Maker's Long Acres

"I got my hand in a pickle jar and I can't get one out!" that's what she said at one point as she worked to get the piglet out.  That piglet was stuck. The hips making its exit nearly impossible. And little Raye was just trying for all she was worth to free it. She had been at it close to thirty minutes at that point. And time was ticking.  The mama, Ginger, is a smaller knee-high pig and one of Raye's favorites. She's part of the gang led by Raye that scrambles over the farm, eats peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and looks for and finds adventure wherever they go. Ginger though was in some serious trouble and Raye having grown up in the barn knew the severity of the situation.  When it was clear our hands were too big and we turned to Raye we saw her coat was off and her sleeves already up. What we also saw was somewhere through these years our little peanut had grown up and the face we saw covered with resolve was no longer a chubby-cheeked cutie, but tha...

  Around here a pig gets what a pig wants. Our girl, Blossom, typically has her babies out under the pine. She scrapes out a little area, adds sticks and branches and things, and makes a hole her home.  So it was a bit unorthodox when she had gone through the lower fencing and was up at the yard fence asking to be let in. Her trilling squeal was hard for the ole Farmer to resist and he happily obliged.  She knew right where she wanted to be and headed for the overhang stall on the milking shed. Pa got her set up with deep, fluffy straw, troughs for both food and water and made sure she would be cozy. She wouldn't let him leave for a while though. She kept knocking herself into him. She's never been much of a "cuddler", usually only seemingly tolerating our fawning over her as if half annoyed. So again, unorthodox and also quite perplexing.  All the knocking and chirping however got her exactly what she wanted and much time was spent rubbing her belly, scratching that...