This ranch's seasons, storms, and its animals don't seem to give a hoot about my schedule. Right now, we've got a tentative two week backpacking trip planned for the end of the month. I really want to go. I crave backpacking like an alcoholic craves booze, but I know we might not get to go because some pregnant pigs aren't following my 'plan'. I saw them get bred 3 months, 3 weeks and 3 days ago and, darnit, that means they should have had piglets last night.
This hog farmer is a new hat for me to wear. Cattle I know, but hogs not so much. I've been researching online for photos of pigs vulvas and teats before birth. I know, TMI, but I have been trying to figure out how close my gilts are to giving birth. I think they are close, then I think they aren't. Apparently swine have a window of 24 hours to 5 days in which they can get pregnant. It just depends on the female. I'm hoping mine have a long window because I want them to give birth this week, as it will still allow us to go hiking at the end of the month. There is a very real possibility though that they will give birth in 3 weeks as I could be off by one whole heat cycle. It is possible that they didn't get pregnant when I saw them in the act. Three weeks later I was off babysitting grandkids, so there could have been more heing and sheing going on and I would have missed the whole darn thing.
So yeah, I'm trying to learn acceptance, but obviously, not doing to well at it. I can't make those pigs have babies, I can't stop the snow from falling, I can't make it rain or make the sun to shine. Heck, I can't even make the grass to grow. I'm just mortal. I do have faith though that it will all work out. The sun will come up tomorrow, the pigs will have piglets some time in the future and even if we don't get to hike at the end of the month, we will probably get to hike in the future. Lord willing and the creek don't rise, that is.
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