I am a mother of two girls and my husband is often away. This has given me an appreciation of how hard mothering can be. I keep myself pretty busy with my livestock farm south of Buffalo. I tend to forget things between the cows, the chickens the pigs and the kids, and it seems to me that time moves especially fast in the summer.

One warm morning I was feeding my Tamworth and Herford heritage breed mama pigs in the five or more acres of woods they call home. I noticed that one of my mama’s looked like she was going to farrow (give birth) soon. I had some errands to run but soon John, a young Amish man that helps on the farm one or two days a week, would be arriving. So, before I packed up the kids to run into Buffalo for a few hours I left John a note asking him to bring the mama pig down the hill to an old garage we often use for farrowing. The weather had been very wet and damp and I didn’t want to risk putting her in one of our A-frame huts. If she had dug out a nest for herself in the dirt under one of those it may have flooded and that would have been awful for the babies and her. Read the rest of this entry ?

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