"Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me a Match . . ."
Last year when I was hoping my two sows would get bred, I sent them off to Club Porcine for a couple of weeks of fun and rooting up the earth. It worked for they came back pregnant after brief encounters with a hefty boar. Three months, three weeks and three days later they delivered 29 piglets.
This year I invited, Nuts, the boar over to our place for a couple of weeks. I guess I am the Matchmaker but I feel more like the pimp.
His arrival was not without incident. Ruby, the Duroc, tested him to see if he had the right stuff.
You can see the tusk scratch marks on his neck. This may also have been Ruby's was of say, "Don't get any bright ideas, I will not stand for it!" (I love this expression. When I was a child we had a neighbour lady, with many children who used to always shout her disapproval, "I will not stand for it." I later learned the barnyard orgins of the phrase) Ruby was in no mood. Well moods change! I am counting on it.
Here you can see Ruby and Babe, who has been getting her figure back after nursing 14 young piglets, who are now getting quite big. Is that the Runt in the middle?