Friday, September 27, 2013
I do love the Red Wattles and although the majority of my work is computer stuff, I do spend time outside whenever I can , doing whatever I can.
One thing I do not do is feed the big pigs.
They are not mean, they intend no harm but even though I am sturdy I am quite short and not near as fast as my sleek hubbie. So at a certain point, when the pigs are about 3 months old, it is he who jumps in the middle of the lot and then runs like the wind spreading grain out as evenly as possible before he is run over.
Oh I still help from outside the pen, watering for example, and of course I am the queen of the castration scalpel but as I've gotten older (and shorter !) I happily step aside to let he with the fast limbs care for the breeding stock.
The feeder pigs has an large automatic feeder from which they can eat all they want whenever they want. And weight gain is a good thing with feeder pigs destined to be shoulder roast and bacon. But the breeding stock are limited in their diets. Too fat and they will have trouble with fertility as well as farrowing.