The family. We are a strange little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.

- Erma Bombeck

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Major

(Pictured: Major (black pig), Kevin, Hammy)
Major is visiting us for the week. He is a Hamp cross boar. He is very big...like 500 pounds big! He is here to breed Hammy. But for some reason I feel like I'm facilitating a rape more than a breeding. He is so big that she can almost walk under him.

Mike at the feed store says that Major'll figure it out. But I've seen him mount her a few times and she can only stand up for a few seconds before she falls under his weight. He is so much bigger than she, that he has his front hooves up over her front shoulders and he still isn't quite in "striking distance."


We talked about AI, but I really would rather do this the natural way. It isn't harmful to the pigs and although you have less control over the actual date of conception, it just seems better to me. If Major doesn't succeed this time, we'll let Hammy go through another cycle and then try again on the following one. That'll give her 42 days to grow bigger and stronger...and I want my $100 worth!

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