01/07/2026
I've had a lot of anxiety leading up to this farrowing season. Last year was traumatizing, to say the least. If we're being completely honest, we haven't had very good luck since we started (and my husband reminds me of this every year when asking if I'm really sure I want to do this đ).
⢠Year 1 - We didn't stick anything until late and had March babies (I also took on a bottle pig đĽ´).
⢠Year 2 - We had 2 of 4 sows stick, one healthy litter (lost a few runts); the power went out during a snowstorm (thankfully, we had a generator), and then my first litter of Berks (my weakness). Half the litter was born without rectums (weird), and then we lost all but two of the remaining piglets to PURRs. The other litter ended up doing well! There was lots of success, though they were practical. We were definitely still learning the show-pig style!
⢠Year 3 - We made a mistake (which turned out to be a blessing); we wormed our sows and accidentally aborted all piglets except for one litter. Then we ended up buying a bred sow. And then the unimaginable đĽ barn fire đĽ.
This journey hasn't been easy, and it would've been extremely easy to give up. But my gut tells me this is where we belong. We will continue to push forward, as the only way to go from here is up. I know there's a plan for us, and He will help us succeed when the time is right. For now, I shall be patient and believe He will lead me through all the devastation and let me enjoy all the baby piglets I'm blessed with.
This is the real, raw reality of a small breeder trying to find our place. Our barn may smell smoky, be dark, and feel heavy. But we're confident in our quality sows, confident in our choices of boars, and confident in my faith and stubbornness - that we'll make our debut someday. I'll just be patient until our time presents itself.
Happy farrowing season! đ˝ â¤ď¸đ¤