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Evolution of a Pig Hutch

Four years ago I scored a major scavenge: a giant plastic pig hutch made from an industrial chemical storage silo cut in half with a Sawzall by a man named Garth. Garth was using both halves to house heifers, but when he got out of the business he said I could have the hutch for free. The only catch was that I had to haul it home – an adventure I’ll describe some other time. Let’s just say that thing is impossibly heavy (the plastic is over a half-inch thick…you can’t budge it without a tractor and hydraulic loader) and was 11 feet, seven inches wide. If the DOT had been on patrol that evening, I’d still be filling out paperwork and they would be auctioning off my truck and trailer. I mean, this thing was big:

 

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Pigs and Hope

From here I can see the pig hutch marooned in the snow (open end is turned toward the woods…it doubled as a deer blind in November). Plan is to get pigs again this summer, use’em (temporarily…) to till up some more garden ground. I hope so. Schedule is such that I’ll need help to pull it off, but it looks like that will happen.

With every passing day, the pigs and garden feel ever more essential. Last night the three-year-old and I made a bunch of miniature snowmen, practiced throwing (and eating) snowballs, and went scouting for deer. Highlight was when she threw a snowball and her mitten went with it. Funniest thing ever, apparently. And the joy in her voice when she spotted two deer pawing around beneath a young pine…

Full circle to backyard bacon and potatoes, though, is that moment when you look at the tot laughing there in the snow, standing on ground that stretches all the way around the shaky world, and you feel a flood of chill wondering how/if you’ll get her safely fed and growed and guided…

Then you just say, well, alrighty then, suck it up, walk it off, and get to it.

COOP on the Radio

Weekdays at 12:30 p.m. CST from now until February 12, Jim Fleming will be reading Coop: A Year of Poultry, Pigs and Parenting on Wisconsin Public Radio’s “Chapter A Day.”  Jim has a wonderful reading voice (I have learned he is a favorite of rural mail carriers) and you can listen to a live stream of the reading right here.

Missed a segment?  The five most recent chapters are available here: http://wpr.org/webcasting/audioarchives_display.cfm?Code=cad&repeats=no

Re-Regarding Our Finicky Pigs

Yesterday I Twittered (and Facebooked) that I was boiling apples in order to get the pigs to eat them.  Several folks wondered how much it was costing to boil apples or what kind of fuel I was expending, but we’ve got a lot of scrappy firewood, so fuel’s not a problem (I did do a test boil on the electric stove).  Plus there was a great story in one of the James Herriot vet books about the year Tristan kept a giant cauldron of pig food bubbling out back, so I’m fancying the idea of doing the same.

A lot of folks very kindly suggested all sorts of pig food and/or told me hey, pigs will eat anything.  And there’s yer trouble.  This is our third year of raising pigs (so clearly, I am now an expert), and up until now we had pigs that would eat anything.  I mean, they’d go in stages with some things (liked early nettles, not late nettles; would eat apples but not until they rotted a little) but in general, whatever we threw in there they scarfed down.  But this year’s batch has been finicky from the get-go, not eating lamb’s quarters, or nettles, and not even devouring their bread and goat milk the way I’ve seen in the past.  They dig up potatoes and then just leave them untouched.  The three Hampshires are the pickiest – a friend with pig-raising experience said this is not unusual for that breed, so maybe that’s the deal.  Our one Duroc is definitely eating more and growing faster.  Lately I’m wondering if maybe they’ve got worms.  An old-timer told me that in addition to decreased weight gain, “wormy” pigs sometimes lack appetite.  I don’t think that’s the trouble, though, because I haven’t seen any sign of worms (yep, checked their poop), and when they get things they like (fresh rape leaves, for instance), they mow it right down.

And they eat their ground hog feed.  Maybe I need to pull back on giving them feed so they get hungrier for the free stuff.  But then I wonder if that will cost us some weight gain.  Good thing we’re doing this for ham and bacon and pork chops, not for a living.

Just thinking out loud, basically.  And of course over-thinking things is my favorite sport.  By the end of October, the pigs will either be big or not.

What’s the Thread Count on that Tarp?

Some time ago when metrosexuals were all the rage I did a story that never got published.  The premise involved a magazine having me fly pretty much straight from 10 days of northern Wisconsin deer hunting – windburned, stubbled, and with dried deer blood under my nails – to an extremely high-tone New York City hotel, where I then spent two or three days being scrubbed, trimmed, and toned.  I did it all – manicure (two, actually — the deer blood, y’know), pedicure, straight razor shave with warm shaving cream, several different facials, an $80 dollar haircut (nice enough fellow, lots of rapid snipping, but when it was over I gotta say you couldn’t tell it from the ol’ DIY electric clippers buzz cut), eyebrow “shaping” (think of being attacked in the eyebrow region by a rabid woodpecker — lots of tears, but when it was over, for the first time in my life I had two eyebrows) (lasted for about a week).

Anyways.  I am off track.  Point is, as part of the story the magazine had me stay at a hotel that was over the top tony.  That experience was a whole ‘nother story for some other time.  I bring it up for this post only to ask, do you think a place with Frederic Fekkai signature bath amenities” and “Frette linens” and “Fully Equipped Deluxe Poggen Pohl Kitchens in every Suite (I got the Fekkai and the Frette, but sadly did not stay in a suite, so no Poggen Pohl) ever reckoned a sheet from one of their bedside notepads would make a trip to Farm & Fleet?

Notepad from the Alex Hotel

Swine A-Snoozing

First night we had the pigs, it rained.  A fairly cold rain.  Since this was also the first night the pigs had ever spent outdoors, I worried they wouldn’t know to go in the hutch.  So at around midnight I went out to check, and sure enough they were all stacked up against the outside of the hutch, getting soaked.  One by one I carried them inside the hutch (a big plastic silo cut in half).  Due to the rain, mud and pigginess of the task, when I was done I headed straight for the laundry room and then the shower.  But I slept well knowing they had been tucked under a roof.  And I was rewarded in the morning when I went out to check on them.  First of all, I could hear the snoring (seriously) from twenty feet away.  And then when I poked my head through the door, I was greeted by this sight:

Pigs Snoozing