Sunday, November 15, 2015
Piglet Pictures
As you were warned.... here is some incredible cuteness from Wednesday! The piglets are getting so big and active now and Charlotte has her babies out with the group. Still holding at 21.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Thrown Into Farm Life....
Long time no post! The last few months have been busy, exhausting... DIFFERENT.
About a month ago, I started seeing a very nice guy. A farm guy. He has a farm about 50km away from me.
He works up north a lot and is gone a lot, so he had someone going in to feed his animals. 8 pigs, 2 dogs, 4 chickens and his 2 horses. That person fell through. So he found another one... who fell through... and then ANOTHER one who bailed as he was leaving to go back up to work. This was the end of September.
SO.... me being the bleeding heart volunteered. It was only going to be until October 18th. Here we are, November11th and I am still doing it. I have a love/hate relationship with it. I love the animals. I am enjoying the work. I have always wanted this kind of life. It's the extra 100 kilometers a day that I am driving, and the rushing to get things done after work that I don't like. It's the fact that I don't do MY things anymore. I have been writing this for a WEEK. I just started seeing this guy and I have assumed his life. Mine has been put on the backburner it seems. I spend my weekends out there doing farm things. I like it. It's how I have to spend time with him right now. But it's ok. I like learning this stuff. I like being out there. It's quiet and relaxing - when I am not rushing to get things done and get home. But I am starting to feel like "the help".
He came home last week and had a lead on someone to take over. I hope. I am not driving that route when it snows. No way. I also told him that it was important that he find someone to take over before I start resenting him and hating this life. And things are going well with him and I can see this one working out... so we have to be careful. And he agrees. His mother has a friend who knows someone a few miles down the road. Yet she does not see the urgency in us finding someone closer to do this and has not taken the 2 minutes it would have taken to get us the contact info. I was supposed to have been done last week, but have to go back this week now. He is a great guy, but I think I am putting in way too much way too soon.
BUT - in spite of all the stress there are some good things.
Something that I have been dealing with out there.... Pig babies.
This last week saw the 3 sows all give birth. Of course I took the camera to capture a few photos.
Now - sadly, part of raising pigs is having a few casualties. I had to remove one that had died - quite possibly from being crushed by it's mother - from the pen. It was not fun. I cried. I put the baby in a pail to take down to the bush and I had turned by back for a few minutes and the dog took the body and did SOMETHING with it, I don't know what. She didn't have time to eat it. I cried more.
Sometimes they get injured. 2 had fairly large wounds, likely from being stepped on. And with them being a day old, they weren't very strong and there was nothing much that could be done. You feel helpless when you can't do anything. The day after I saw those two, I came back and they were gone. Pigs will eat their dead young to keep predators from coming around. While I was there, one of the sows started rooting around like a maniac in the straw. She pulled out a partially eaten mangled little body and finished it right in front of me. Again, I cried.
The little piglet in the 2 photos above, was one I fell in love with. Spunkiest one in the bunch. GONE. Vanished. I am heartbroken. I am learning.... don't get attached.
Of the 26 that I counted when they were born, 21 are left. That is good. Better than what survived in the spring. In the spring, 19 piglets were lost, along with one sow. She tore internally and her babies piled up behind her and suffocated when she was unable to clean them off.
Above, this is Charlotte. I gave her that name. I was being introduced to the pigs and she was the only one without a name. I was telling the guys at work about her (because I lead a boring life clearly) and one of them suggested Charlotte. So I called her that.
Charlotte lost her whole litter in the spring. It was her first. She was stressed out and didn't know what to do. She had her little after the other sows and was overwhelmed by those babies coming at her, trying to feed off of her. Likely she had no maternal instincts yet not having her own babies. She is my favorite because she is the outcast. She gets picked on at meal time and is always on her own. This was her last chance to prove she could be a good mother. Sadly, on a farm where the pigs are there for income, ones that are not producing are not kept. So I was rooting for her. Looks like she was the first to have her babies this round. She is the only one who has the same amount of babies now as she did when she gave birth. I think that her antisocial behavior helps because she kept her babies in the shelter and was glued to them. Yesterday - she finally had all of her babies out with the others. And she seems to have a bit more confidence. She has been getting in there and eating with the other pigs. Standing her ground a bit more.
I had never really spent much time around pigs before. But I have found a great respect for them. It is hard not to get attached to them. I am not a vegan by any stretch. It is sad knowing that most of these little guys will end up in freezers. But I understand farming. And I would rather eat pork from a pig that was treated like family and got to live a little rather than one that was tormented and killed. I have seen the photos in the media and some of these "farms" are appalling. These pigs that I have been spending time around are treated with respect. No tiny cages. No farrowing crates.
So - I guess - brace yourselves for a mass amount of piglet photos....
About a month ago, I started seeing a very nice guy. A farm guy. He has a farm about 50km away from me.
He works up north a lot and is gone a lot, so he had someone going in to feed his animals. 8 pigs, 2 dogs, 4 chickens and his 2 horses. That person fell through. So he found another one... who fell through... and then ANOTHER one who bailed as he was leaving to go back up to work. This was the end of September.
SO.... me being the bleeding heart volunteered. It was only going to be until October 18th. Here we are, November11th and I am still doing it. I have a love/hate relationship with it. I love the animals. I am enjoying the work. I have always wanted this kind of life. It's the extra 100 kilometers a day that I am driving, and the rushing to get things done after work that I don't like. It's the fact that I don't do MY things anymore. I have been writing this for a WEEK. I just started seeing this guy and I have assumed his life. Mine has been put on the backburner it seems. I spend my weekends out there doing farm things. I like it. It's how I have to spend time with him right now. But it's ok. I like learning this stuff. I like being out there. It's quiet and relaxing - when I am not rushing to get things done and get home. But I am starting to feel like "the help".
He came home last week and had a lead on someone to take over. I hope. I am not driving that route when it snows. No way. I also told him that it was important that he find someone to take over before I start resenting him and hating this life. And things are going well with him and I can see this one working out... so we have to be careful. And he agrees. His mother has a friend who knows someone a few miles down the road. Yet she does not see the urgency in us finding someone closer to do this and has not taken the 2 minutes it would have taken to get us the contact info. I was supposed to have been done last week, but have to go back this week now. He is a great guy, but I think I am putting in way too much way too soon.
BUT - in spite of all the stress there are some good things.
Something that I have been dealing with out there.... Pig babies.
This last week saw the 3 sows all give birth. Of course I took the camera to capture a few photos.
Now - sadly, part of raising pigs is having a few casualties. I had to remove one that had died - quite possibly from being crushed by it's mother - from the pen. It was not fun. I cried. I put the baby in a pail to take down to the bush and I had turned by back for a few minutes and the dog took the body and did SOMETHING with it, I don't know what. She didn't have time to eat it. I cried more.Sometimes they get injured. 2 had fairly large wounds, likely from being stepped on. And with them being a day old, they weren't very strong and there was nothing much that could be done. You feel helpless when you can't do anything. The day after I saw those two, I came back and they were gone. Pigs will eat their dead young to keep predators from coming around. While I was there, one of the sows started rooting around like a maniac in the straw. She pulled out a partially eaten mangled little body and finished it right in front of me. Again, I cried.
The little piglet in the 2 photos above, was one I fell in love with. Spunkiest one in the bunch. GONE. Vanished. I am heartbroken. I am learning.... don't get attached.
Of the 26 that I counted when they were born, 21 are left. That is good. Better than what survived in the spring. In the spring, 19 piglets were lost, along with one sow. She tore internally and her babies piled up behind her and suffocated when she was unable to clean them off.
Above, this is Charlotte. I gave her that name. I was being introduced to the pigs and she was the only one without a name. I was telling the guys at work about her (because I lead a boring life clearly) and one of them suggested Charlotte. So I called her that.
Charlotte lost her whole litter in the spring. It was her first. She was stressed out and didn't know what to do. She had her little after the other sows and was overwhelmed by those babies coming at her, trying to feed off of her. Likely she had no maternal instincts yet not having her own babies. She is my favorite because she is the outcast. She gets picked on at meal time and is always on her own. This was her last chance to prove she could be a good mother. Sadly, on a farm where the pigs are there for income, ones that are not producing are not kept. So I was rooting for her. Looks like she was the first to have her babies this round. She is the only one who has the same amount of babies now as she did when she gave birth. I think that her antisocial behavior helps because she kept her babies in the shelter and was glued to them. Yesterday - she finally had all of her babies out with the others. And she seems to have a bit more confidence. She has been getting in there and eating with the other pigs. Standing her ground a bit more.
I had never really spent much time around pigs before. But I have found a great respect for them. It is hard not to get attached to them. I am not a vegan by any stretch. It is sad knowing that most of these little guys will end up in freezers. But I understand farming. And I would rather eat pork from a pig that was treated like family and got to live a little rather than one that was tormented and killed. I have seen the photos in the media and some of these "farms" are appalling. These pigs that I have been spending time around are treated with respect. No tiny cages. No farrowing crates.
So - I guess - brace yourselves for a mass amount of piglet photos....
Friday, August 7, 2015
Pryor Mustang Removals - My Opinion
So they are doing some minor removals of horses in the Pryors. All of the horses are young enough to be adopted and made rideable. And yes they get ADOPTED. Not just to anyone. You must apply to be a family for these horses.
YES - we ALL would all love to see them all run free forever. I would love to see that without a doubt BUT the truth of the matter is that if that were the case, they'd ...likely end up starving and horribly inbred.
I used to be against the idea of the Pryor removals... But they do it in a way that is not as awful as most. The BLM does a good job at tracking the horses and controlling the herd size to ensure that they are healthy and sufficient. They administer birth control to the very young mares to avoid babies from having babies and to the older mares as they have paid their dues as mommies and their bodies deserve to just be theirs through their golden years. They choose horses that might not be genetically strong to be adopted out so they can keep the strongest horses wild. They make sure the horses they remove go to wonderful homes. In a world where places are wiping out entire herds with no regard to what happens to the horses after the fact, I think how they handle the Pryor horses is pretty good.
I wish some of the folks who are commenting and outraged really understood the reasoning. I wish they would take the time to educate themselves on the unique situation in the Pryors. I have seen some very ignorant and uneducated comments regarding the removals. Having been out there and having taken the time to listen and learn, I understand that in reality it is the only way to ensure that the horses that are left do thrive. This does not make me "pro round up". This means I understand the situation in the Pryors. And it gives me peace to know that they make sure that these horses go to good homes... Homes where they have a purpose and have a chance and bring joy to those who are lucky enough to get chosen to have them.
YES - we ALL would all love to see them all run free forever. I would love to see that without a doubt BUT the truth of the matter is that if that were the case, they'd ...likely end up starving and horribly inbred.
I used to be against the idea of the Pryor removals... But they do it in a way that is not as awful as most. The BLM does a good job at tracking the horses and controlling the herd size to ensure that they are healthy and sufficient. They administer birth control to the very young mares to avoid babies from having babies and to the older mares as they have paid their dues as mommies and their bodies deserve to just be theirs through their golden years. They choose horses that might not be genetically strong to be adopted out so they can keep the strongest horses wild. They make sure the horses they remove go to wonderful homes. In a world where places are wiping out entire herds with no regard to what happens to the horses after the fact, I think how they handle the Pryor horses is pretty good.
I wish some of the folks who are commenting and outraged really understood the reasoning. I wish they would take the time to educate themselves on the unique situation in the Pryors. I have seen some very ignorant and uneducated comments regarding the removals. Having been out there and having taken the time to listen and learn, I understand that in reality it is the only way to ensure that the horses that are left do thrive. This does not make me "pro round up". This means I understand the situation in the Pryors. And it gives me peace to know that they make sure that these horses go to good homes... Homes where they have a purpose and have a chance and bring joy to those who are lucky enough to get chosen to have them.
Meriweather was removed
Olivia was also removed.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
My Day With The Pryor Mustangs
What can I say about the day I spent amongst the Pryor Mountain Mustangs?
It was one of the most incredible things I have ever done. The whole trip was fantastic, but there was something so incredible about those horses.
I went with Steve & Nancy Cerroni of the Pryor Mountain Mustang Center and 5 other folks - 4 from South Carolina and one from Ohio and I don't think I could have shared that experience with a better bunch of people!
We managed to see 118/120 of the horses up there - which was a one day record for them! The weather was beautiful, as were all of the wild flowers that were in bloom up there. They smelled so amazing - I wish I could have bottled that scent and brought it home with me.
Of course - we saw Cloud. I got a little bit of a lump in my throat when I laid eyes on him for the first time. Having watched him grow up as I grew up, it was truly an emotional and magical moment.
He is certainly showing his age - battle scars and all. But he is still spunky and full of life.
The horses are so trusting and accepting of people coming into their home. That makes the experience that much more special. I was sitting on a little rock ledge just watching Cloud graze. It was like sitting in my own yard watching my horse graze. He was close enough to walk up to and touch.
Watching them interact and just BE horses was so fascinating! They truly are majestic creatures and it was so mumbling to watch these guys in person.
NOW - before I even got this posted - I ended up with 2 extra weeks off in between quitting my job ad starting at my new one so I decided I was going to go back to Cody. Then - I asked the folks at the center if they had any room for me to go and they had ONE spot left for the 23rd. I said "I WILL TAKE IT!!". So - back to the Pryors I go!! I cannot WAIT!!
It was one of the most incredible things I have ever done. The whole trip was fantastic, but there was something so incredible about those horses.
I went with Steve & Nancy Cerroni of the Pryor Mountain Mustang Center and 5 other folks - 4 from South Carolina and one from Ohio and I don't think I could have shared that experience with a better bunch of people!
We managed to see 118/120 of the horses up there - which was a one day record for them! The weather was beautiful, as were all of the wild flowers that were in bloom up there. They smelled so amazing - I wish I could have bottled that scent and brought it home with me.
Of course - we saw Cloud. I got a little bit of a lump in my throat when I laid eyes on him for the first time. Having watched him grow up as I grew up, it was truly an emotional and magical moment.
He is certainly showing his age - battle scars and all. But he is still spunky and full of life.
The horses are so trusting and accepting of people coming into their home. That makes the experience that much more special. I was sitting on a little rock ledge just watching Cloud graze. It was like sitting in my own yard watching my horse graze. He was close enough to walk up to and touch.
Watching them interact and just BE horses was so fascinating! They truly are majestic creatures and it was so mumbling to watch these guys in person.
Friday, June 26, 2015
One More Sleep....
Less than 24 hours to go now!!
The place I need to be in Lovell on Monday to go on my mustang tour is 2.1km from the motel! It is overwhelming to think that in 3 short days, I may be laying eyes on one of the most iconic wild horses to ever walk the earth. Fingers crossed and double crossed that I can be so lucky to see him.
The weather where I am going looks to be good. A far cry from the snow I encountered last year when I went 2 weeks earlier. Mid 20's to mid 30's seems o be what I am looking at. Maybe I can even out my tan lines from last weekend!
I have been scoping out places to see and eat at in Deadwood, The Mount Moriah cemetery is a short walk from the hotel I am staying at - and on my list of things to see. It is where Wild Bill and Calamity Jane are buried. I need to see that. The eating establishments look pretty fantastic as well. I think I am going to eat a lot of steak... Haha!
Stay tuned.... photos to come!
The place I need to be in Lovell on Monday to go on my mustang tour is 2.1km from the motel! It is overwhelming to think that in 3 short days, I may be laying eyes on one of the most iconic wild horses to ever walk the earth. Fingers crossed and double crossed that I can be so lucky to see him.
The weather where I am going looks to be good. A far cry from the snow I encountered last year when I went 2 weeks earlier. Mid 20's to mid 30's seems o be what I am looking at. Maybe I can even out my tan lines from last weekend!
I have been scoping out places to see and eat at in Deadwood, The Mount Moriah cemetery is a short walk from the hotel I am staying at - and on my list of things to see. It is where Wild Bill and Calamity Jane are buried. I need to see that. The eating establishments look pretty fantastic as well. I think I am going to eat a lot of steak... Haha!
Stay tuned.... photos to come!
Friday, June 19, 2015
8 Sleeps!!
So close now!!! It has barely even sunk in that I am going on this HUGE awesome trip! I will be rolling into Cody 2 weeks from now... Cody is my happy place and I need to be there to recharge!! I am burning out and need to go clear my brain.
I am so thankful that I get to do things like this. Life is amazing and I want to enjoy it while I can. I was almost thinking about going to Texas for 5 days for my birthday too! We will see though....
Anyways - here are a few more photos from the Farmer's Day rodeo in Stony Plain! I am STILL working my way through them and will be for a long time I imagine!! :)
I am so thankful that I get to do things like this. Life is amazing and I want to enjoy it while I can. I was almost thinking about going to Texas for 5 days for my birthday too! We will see though....
Anyways - here are a few more photos from the Farmer's Day rodeo in Stony Plain! I am STILL working my way through them and will be for a long time I imagine!! :)
Saturday, June 13, 2015
EEEEEEK!!!! 2 Weeks!!
2 weeks until my amazingly awesome road trip!!
Wild horses, rodeos, amazing scenery and history.... for the better part of 11 days! I cannot WAIT!
Anyways - here are some photos from last weekend - after the rodeo I watched the draft horse pull. I love drafts. The size, power and beauty - there is just something so special about those gentle giants!
Wild horses, rodeos, amazing scenery and history.... for the better part of 11 days! I cannot WAIT!
Anyways - here are some photos from last weekend - after the rodeo I watched the draft horse pull. I love drafts. The size, power and beauty - there is just something so special about those gentle giants!
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