Farm Tragedy :(

Clarisse, our Jersey house cow, has been with us for about 18 months now. She was supposed to be pregnant when we got her, but it either didn’t take or she slipped the baby early. We took her back to the people we bought her from in July last year, as they had a young full-blood Jersey bull. He apparently did his job well, and we got her back in September, sure she was pregnant.

Clarisse's baby daddy. He was only young and small, being about 10 months old her, but he certainly knew his job.  If you know what I mean...

Clarisse’s baby daddy. He was only young and small, being about 10 months old her, but he certainly knew his job. If you know what I mean…

It was tough to tell, but we figured she’d be due in mid-May. By the beginning of May she looked like this:

Baby got back!

Baby got back!

Of course, as always happens with these things, she dropped while I was away for work. Unfortunately, she either had a stillborn or the baby died soon after birth. 😦 What makes this even more tragic for us is the fact that the baby was a girl. Jerseys aren’t great commercially, as they don’t produce the quantity of milk of breeds like Fresians, but their milk has a higher butter fat content, making them perfect for house cows. A full-blood Jersey heifer is worth $900 to $1000, so losing that little girl hurt in more ways than one.

The main reason for getting her pregnant really wasn’t the baby, even one that would realise us some cash further down the track, but rather so that she’d produce milk. In theory, we could just start milking her and she’d keep producing. My work travel was due to finish in a month or so of this happening, but I didn’t want to ask anybody else to milk her, even for that time. She’s a handful but fairly good for me, and it should be me who milks her as I’m the one who forced a house cow on the rest of the family. With that in mind, we contacted a mate of ours who breeds cattle and whose brother has a dairy. They kindly helped us out and supplied us two day-old bobby calves.

Hannibal is the Jersey and Lecter is the Fresian-cross.  Get it?

Hannibal is the Jersey and Lecter is the Fresian-cross. Get it?

One of the calves is a Jersey, and Clarisse loves him. The other, on the other hand, is a Fresian-cross, and she’s less than happy with him. She clearly doesn’t have the cognitive ability to recognize the Jersey as something that looks like her. However, she did bond with her dead baby, and so sees the little Jersey bobby as her baby. At the same time, she sees the Fresian as an interloper. The fact that he’s bigger and butts the hell out of her udders doesn’t help things either. 🙂

Hannibal meeting Bruce.  Neither is really that sure.

Hannibal meeting Bruce. Neither is really that sure.

Lecter meeting Bruce. Lecter is much more sure of himself.

Lecter meeting Bruce. Lecter is much more sure of himself.

For the first week-or-so, we had a routine where we’d lock the babies away of a night, tie Clarisse up in the morning with a treat while they fed, then we’d lock them away again, I’d hand-milk her, and we’d repeat the process again in the late afternoon. This worked well, though we learned to let the Jersey attach first and we had to growl at her if she kicked out at the Fresian.

Both babies feed for the first time.

Both babies feed for the first time.

After another week-or-so, we were able to just let the babies out and she’d feed them, after I took a bit of her milk for myself of course. She still wasn’t accepting of the Fresian, and we’d have to tie her up in the evening to ensure he got a feed.

This might not look like much, but this was the first time that Clarisse fed both babies without us having to tie her up and keep an eye on her.  Success!

This might not look like much, but this was the first time that Clarisse fed both babies without us having to tie her up and keep an eye on her. Success!

Now we’re at the stage where we’re just leaving the babies out, day and night. She definitely mothers and cares for the Jersey and not the Fresian, but she’s letting them both feed.

We finished up her milking shed with a stall on one side and a little holding yard/shelter on the other. We’ll eventually get an automatic milker, but right now I’m only taking a litre or two as we need it and that’s easy enough by hand.

The new milking stall. It even works!

The new milking stall. It even works!

Getting 4 or 5 litres of milk a week isn’t exactly the pinnacle of self-sufficiency; however, it’s hard to understate just how freaking cool this is. We will eventually be getting more than enough milk for all of our dairy needs – cheese, yoghurt, cream, butter – and entirely from our own property. Not only that, but home-grown, full-cream milk is delicious! Seriously, it makes the store-bought stuff look like coloured water. And the coffee! Best. Coffee. EVER!!!!!!

The first coffee using Clarisse's milk.  Amazing!

The first coffee using Clarisse’s milk. Amazing!

April in Review…

I’ve been terrible at keeping up with the blog and April was super full. I figure I’ll just do a month-in-review post to catch up on everything. We did a heap of smaller stuff with the pigs and fences etc., but I’ll stick to the big stuff. Here goes…

We got our new cool room trailer and it’s a beast! It should be big enough for any of our future meat delivery needs, and hopefully we have many of those needs.

Our beastly cool room trailer.

Our beastly cool room trailer.

Clarisse was still hugely pregnant.

A very pregnant Clarisse.

A very pregnant Clarisse.

Yes, that's two cows eating the lawn in my back garden. No, they're not supposed to be there.

Yes, that’s two cows eating the lawn in my back garden. No, they’re not supposed to be there.

Stumpy had a litter of piglets!

A very pregnant Stumpy.

A very pregnant Stumpy.

She had 7, and we were lucky enough to be there for most of them. She was really quite large, and I’d been guessing she’d have more. She also struggled a little. While she got through them all with no assistance, it did take a while. Still, all 7 survived and she’s a great mum.

Baby number 1!

Baby number 1!

Gemma loving up on the new babies.

Gemma loving up on the new babies.

Early morning piglet dining on day 1.

Early morning piglet dining on day 1.

The babies loving the heat lamp.

The babies loving the heat lamp.

We spoke to the vet about Stumpy and her struggles. Apparently it’s just the way it is with some sows, and we’ll just have to keep a closer eye on her during farrowing. We can do that.

We got a baconer done in the middle of the month.

Our baconer getting portioned up - legs for prosciutto, loin and belly for bacon, shoulder for sausages.

Our baconer getting portioned up – legs for prosciutto, loin and belly for bacon, shoulder for sausages.

Separating belly and loin.

Separating belly and loin.

We did brawn again, and it was freaking amazing! The trick is heavier seasoning. We also go to use some legit terrines that Farmer John gave us. Those things are awesome!

The fixings for brawn. I used a beef heart this time, and think it adds some nice depth to the flavour.

The fixings for brawn. I used a beef heart this time, and think it adds some nice depth to the flavour.

The terrine from Farmer John. It has a press with ratchet sides. Seriously, worked a treat!

The terrine from Farmer John. It has a press with ratchet sides. Seriously, worked a treat!

A brick 'o brawn! This was 6kg, which represents 10 to 12kg of the animal when you take bone into account. That's meat that is normally thrown away.

A brick ‘o brawn! This was 6kg, which represents 10 to 12kg of the animal when you take bone into account. That’s meat that is normally thrown away.

Look at that delicious cross-section!

Look at that delicious cross-section!

We also did about 30kg of bacon, 20kg of sausage, and 18kg total of prosciutto.

This is 30kg of bacon baconing.

This is 30kg of bacon baconing.

Legs ready to be made into prosciutto. I messed up a little with the one on the left and trimmed it down a little low.

Legs ready to be made into prosciutto. I messed up a little with the one on the left and trimmed it down a little low.

Look at the colour and marbling. You will *never* get meat like this from intensively-farmed pork.

Look at the colour and marbling. You will *never* get meat like this from intensively-farmed pork.

20kg of sausages.

20kg of sausages.

We got one of the black angus done before the wedding too. We supplied all of the meat for the big day, and that included big roast cuts of beef. That was 10kg of beef and the cow dressed out to 193kg. That did leave a lot for us… 🙂

193kg of black angus goodness.

193kg of black angus goodness.

Best. Rib Eyes. EVER!

Best. Rib Eyes. EVER!

The biggest thing we did, of course, was get married! We thought it’d go pretty well, but it ended up better than we ever expected. Seriously, it was the best wedding we’ve ever had.

Naaaawwww, aren't we cute?!

Naaaawwww, aren’t we cute?!

We Actually Got Honey!!!!

We captured our own bee hive back in September, 2012, and despite having them for around 2½ years, them swarming twice, and me getting stung a lot, we’ve never collected honey. We really didn’t know what we were doing, and the bees always seemed the lowest priority in the long, long list of farm jobs we never seem to get through.

We did make a little progress back in the middle of last year when a very nice amateur apiarist came out to give us some advice. We found that our honey super looked to be full of canola honey, which is darker and seems denser. It apparently crystalizes really easily, and many apiarists seal those frames away and bring them out over winter to feed the hive. He helped us fix up the hive, grabbed a swarm as our hive had coincidentally split the day before he visited, and advised us to put a second honey super on. He also told us to paint it, as the wood was warping.

Fast forward several months and we’d still not maintained the hive the way we’d wanted. However, we were getting married at the end of April, and wanted to use our own honey as wedding favours (there’s a funny French word for that, but I’m buggered if I can remember it). With the wedding pushing the job up the priority list, I got serious.

First of all, I bought a sexy suit. In my defence, I had actually tried to buy one some months ago, but everywhere was out of stock. This time I found a great apiarist-supply place, and they hooked me up.

Does my butt look big in this bee suit?

Does my butt look big in this bee suit?

Note the tape around the tops of the boots. Not my first time...

Note the tape around the tops of the boots. Not my first time…

I then went out, sealed up the hive to keep the little buggers away from me, and gave the hive a few coats of a good external paint. In reality, I probably could’ve just let them fly around – they only try and hurt me when I’m really messing inside their hive.

First coat going on.

First coat going on.

It actually turned out quite well, and the hive looks much nicer now.

It actually turned out quite well, and the hive looks much nicer now.

I couldn't help myself, and had to mess around inside the hive a little bit.

I couldn’t help myself, and had to mess around inside the hive a little bit.

Cleaning out the comb that was overflowing the frames.

Cleaning out the comb that was overflowing the frames.

I did clean it up a bit, as there was some comb stuck to the lid. For the most part I just painted the hive and left them alone.

I then left them alone for a few weeks. I needed to find a weekend where we had the time to devote to trying to extract the honey. I’d read that it was quite easy, and we watched dozens of YouTube videos, but I was still worried. We were lucky enough to be able to hire an extractor over the Easter long weekend, where we effectively got the machine for 4 days but only had to pay for 1 day’s hire. At the same time we bought a legit honey bucket with gate (that’s what they call taps in the honey business – the honey man was weirdly firm about that).

The extractor set up to flow into our honey bucket. Linhda did make me filter it through a colander with cloth over it. She apparently doesn't like bee bits in her honey.

The extractor set up to flow into our honey bucket. Linhda did make me filter it through a colander with cloth over it. She apparently doesn’t like bee bits in her honey.

From the two honey supers I figured that I’d maybe extract from 15 frames. There would be some that weren’t very full, and I didn’t want to leave them short coming up to the colder months. As it turns out, I only extracted from six. There were four or five that had the canola honey in them. Those I sealed away in a plastic container down the back of our big shed, and I’ll bring them out over winter. There was about the same number that were only half-full, so I left them alone. The remaining half-dozen were very, very full though, with the comb sticking above the level of the frames. That was good too, as it makes taking the capping off a bit easier.

Uncapping the comb. How beautiful does that look?!

Uncapping the comb. How beautiful does that look?!

You can see how the comb was so full it was sitting up proud of the frame's edge.

You can see how the comb was so full it was sitting up proud of the frame’s edge.

Again, I’d read and watched lots about taking the capping off. The best way seems to be to use one of the special electrically-heated knives, but they’re something like $300. I figured that we’d try our own methods first, and so went with the old bread knife left in hot water. It did a pretty good job.

After that you put them in the extractor, spin half the honey from one side, flip them, spin the honey out of that side, and then flip them back to the original side to finish them off. You don’t want to just spin one side completely out and flip them, as the weight of the honey can damage the foundation.

Staring the spinning. At first we didn't think we were getting much.

Staring the spinning. At first we didn’t think we were getting much.

It didn't take long to see the results of our labour.

It didn’t take long to see the results of our labour.

A sea of honey!

A sea of honey!

We ended up with 9kg of honey from only six frames!!!!!! Using that as a basis, our fully laden hive could potentially supply 30kg of honey per year. That’s freaking insane!

I also learned that you can put the emptied frames back out near the hive and the bees will clean them up. There’s always honey on the frames and some left in the comb, and the bees clean it up much more efficiently than I ever could.

Letting the industrious bees industriously clean up so I don't have to.

Letting the industrious bees industriously clean up so I don’t have to.

The suit worked well, with one small lesson learned. I normally wear a cap under it, but feel like the cap brim pulls the back of the hood against my neck. That made it feel like the bees could land there and sting me. With that in mind, I used a hat with a full brim. However, that kept the face nettings against my face a bit, and I got a sting under my chin. Twice now I’ve taken multiple stings, and it didn’t really slow me down. This single sting, on the other hand, hit me somewhere sensitive, because my entire face swelled up. Seriously, my forehead swelled. That was slightly scary.

It was all worth it though, as the wedding favours were beautiful.

The wedding favours were gorgeous!

The wedding favours were gorgeous!

My brother got us an amazing hexagonal bee hive as a wedding present, which I can’t find a picture of for some reason. I expect our hive will split again in Spring and this time I want to catch the swarm. If we can, I’ll use the new hive. Fingers crossed…

We’re Official Now!

While it feels like decades, we only made our tree change a little over 3 years ago. I think it’s aged me at least 20 years but it really hasn’t been *that* long. Our initial aim was self-sufficiency for our family, with the broader goal of passing on a legacy to my kids, that legacy being an attitude or ethos of critical thinking and independence. That’s a lot from a humble few acres, but you have to aim big, right? 🙂

Things have grown quite a bit in a relatively short time. At first we wanted to grow our own meat so we knew it was done ethically. However, if you have pigs you find that even a single litter will give you lots and lots of excess piglets, so we figured we’d sell that excess and pay for our feed. That would make us both self-sufficient and cost neutral. Score! Then, almost by accident, it all snowballed and we noticed the number of people who wanted access to the kind of animals we raised. Now we want to escalate to a commercial venture. I genuinely love doing this and want to do it on a larger scale. While it might not be feasible to do this as a career change for a while, we have the opportunity to ramp it up and see where it goes. Call it my retirement plan. 🙂

We took the first step in February to make it all official and created a company. We went so far as to make a logo and business cards, so it’s all official now!

A logo AND a business card?!

A logo AND a business card?!

We need to expand our operation, which means more land. We weren’t far from closing on 40 acres just down the road a few months ago, but the council got in the way. Now we’re looking at 100 to 150 acres a further 5 minutes out. That’ll have to wait until after we get married in April, after which I’ll be pursuing this quite hard. When that happens I’ll increase to at least a dozen sows and two boars, along with some free-ranged cows and maybe a small flock of sheep.

In the meantime we’ll build a customer base and refine our breeding. We’ll always have a couple of sows at our place, mainly to breed our replacement gilts, while the larger property will be where we breed the growers. It’s all planned out, mainly because I like plans and we have time before we get the bigger block.

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Pig Breeding Experimentation Part 2.

Our first white x heritage breed litter was born in January. This entire experience, covering both litters, has been fascinating and a HUGE learning experience.

First of all, the two Large Black x Berkshire girls, from the same litter, look like they’re different breeds, the Large Black-looking girl (Miss Swan) being much larger than the Berkshire-looking girl (Socks).

Secondly, we had them in with the boar at the same time, and then long enough to cover a few consecutive seasons. We saw them couple on the first day, but not again after that, and had assumed they’d be due around the same day. However, by the time that Miss Swan dropped, Socks was clearly a ways off.

Thirdly, we were expecting them to have relatively small litters, and that happened when Miss Swan had a total of 5 in her first litter. With Socks being much smaller and barely looking pregnant, I was guessing she’d have 4.

Lastly, this was an interesting contrast between the white and black girls in general. We can tell when the white girls are getting close as their bellies drop and their teats fill up like water balloons. However, the black girls, who don’t produce as much milk, have much more subtle changes.

So where we thought that Socks would drop at the end of January and have 4 or so babies, she dropped 11 in the middle of February! The much, much smaller sow had more than twice the number of babies. There was one still-born, which was a boy who was almost twice the size of his litter mates. I suspect she struggled and he didn’t make it. She also squashed one during the first 24 hours, which is to be expected when you have that many. Still, it looks like she’ll wean 9, which is amazing for her breed and the first litter.

Only a few hours old.

Only a few hours old.

Inside a few hours they're up and about. The trick is containing the little buggers.

Inside a few hours they’re up and about. The trick is containing the little buggers.

I’d noted with Miss Swan’s babies that they were white with black marks/patches/spots, but all of Sock’s babies were born almost entirely white. However, we’ve seen that Miss Swan’s little boy, who was born mostly white, has been colouring up in the last couple of weeks. It’ll be interesting to see if this new litter will change colour at all. It probably doesn’t matter, but it’ll be easier to tell between the breeds if they at least look different. 🙂

The big test will be in the quality of the pork. Both mums look like they’re different breeds, and both had completely different kinds of litters. Logic says that the pork may vary quite a bit, but we’ll have to wait and see.

The first family meal.

The first family meal.

First baby loves!

First baby loves!

Beer Fed Pork! WHAT?!

Pigs are amazing. Clearly I’m about as biased as a person can be, but that statement can stand on its own: Pigs are amazing. They are friendly, gregarious, great parents, and they convert feed to meat more efficiently than any other animal. Those last two points are the reasons they are so mistreated in intensive farming situations, and the first two points are why it hurts them so much. All of those reasons together are why I want to do this for a living.

As efficiently as pigs convert feed to meat, they still eat a heap. They’ll eat quite literally anything, and they like to eat lots, and lots of it. That makes them expensive to keep, and that’s not even counting the extra strong fencing and housing they need.

I went and checked out a local intensive pig farm that’s on the market, and had a long, long conversation with the owner about husbandry and feed etc. Half of his total outlay for the year is feed. Granted they use highly processed and expensive feed, but it’s still a huge cost if you’re keeping pigs. With that in mind, we’re always looking for ways to find good cheap food for our herd. There’s no way we’ll skimp on quality or nutrition, but cheaper is clearly always an aim.

We buy a majority of our food from the farmers around us, with Farmer John making the introductions and often cluing us into what’s available. We get screenings or mixed feed that’s been left out in bags, and we get it relatively cheap. Where other pig farmers are spending $500 or more a tonne for food, we get ours much cheaper. Not only that, it’s all grown in the paddocks around us, some of it within sight of our home, meaning the carbon footprint is much smaller. We’re still working on the best food combinations for the different kinds of pigs (e.g. piglets, weaners, lactating sows, growers etc.), and will end up with probably 4 or 5 different regimes.

We’re lucky enough to collect the left over bread from a local-ish bakery every Sunday. A local church collects it the other 6 days of the week, but ironically on Sunday they can’t take it so we do. Bread is by no means a good balanced diet for any animals, but as something extra and a supplement it’s awesome. More than that, it’s literally just thrown into a skip if we don’t get it, and I’d go pick it up to save that waste if for no other reason.

We also get a fair bit of waste from the green grocer where my daughter’s boyfriend works. That probably isn’t enough to make a difference to the feed bill, but it’s great for the pigs and is thrown in a skip otherwise.

Our biggest win in this context, however, is spent brewer’s grain. We visited an Ethicurean pig farm in Victoria a while back where half of their feed comes from a local brewery, and we’ve been on the lookout for something similar ever since. The spent mash is basically just boiled barley, and our pigs are used to eating soaked grains. Not only that, this is another waste product that would otherwise go to landfill.

We were lucky enough to find Pirate Life Brewing via the daughter of a friend of dads. These guys recently started brewing in Adelaide, having moved from Perth. We actually found them just before their first brew, so we’ve been able to get every bit of their spent mash. The first week was lots more than we’d normally expect, as they were ramping up. We were expecting maybe a tonne, but ended up with around 5 tonnes. Still, we are keen for this not to go to waste and we’re equally keen to get good quality free food, so we took every bit. We fed it out to our pigs in large quantities, we found that our cows also love it, and the spare grain went to Farmer John’s cows.

Ziggy Pig loves the brewer's grain.

Ziggy Pig loves the brewer’s grain.

Never too busy to pose...

Never too busy to pose…

We’re looking at getting their spent hops too. This is probably too bitter for the stock, but can be composted. There’s not a heap of it, and I’m keen for it not to go to landfill. I can see this bulking out my compost heap nicely. 🙂

All of the research I read said that spent brewer’s grain is great as stock feed, but you shouldn’t feed it to them as more than 50% of their diet. It’s high in protein and fiber, but relatively low in carbohydrates, which is not surprising as that’s the bit they use for the beer. It’s also not supposed to keep very well. From what I’ve read it only keeps 2 to 5 days in warm weather, and February in South Australia is much warmer than “warm weather”, and 5 to 7 days in cooler weather.

Some of our pigs have definitely had more than 50% of their diet as spent grain for the last couple of weeks, as we’ve had so much of it. They also get the bread, greens, and soaked wheat, but the bulk of their food has certainly been the spent grain. The lactating females get a lot of other stuff, but the growers, not pregnant (unpregnant?) sows, and the boar have been eating lots of the waste grain, as have the cows. In future we’ll feed it out around 50/50, but right now we’re just throwing it at them, they love it, and they’ve certainly dropped no condition.

It’s also keeping better than we expected. We’re keeping it in 44 gallon drums that are just in the sun, but we’ve had little mold. Anything that looks like it might be getting moldy gets thrown on the ground, but up to now I’d be surprised if we’ve had more than a couple of bucket loads like that. A huge majority of the grain has gone to the animals. Oh, and the poultry is always around to clean up any grain on the ground left behind by my clumsy shoveling.

The pigs LOVE the brewer's grain.

The pigs LOVE the brewer’s grain.

Photogenic pig is photogenic!

Photogenic pig is photogenic!

It’s tough to forecast how much spent brewer’s grain we’ll be getting in the future, but we suspect at least a tonne a week. It could make up our entire feed ration if it was a bit better food nutritionally; however, we’ll be supplementing it with the grain we buy from the farmers around us.

I suspect that this salvaged food will end up making up at least half of our feed ration, and potentially a bit more. It’ll save us quite a bit of money, make us more viable as a commercial entity, and it also saves a huge amount of material going to landfill. Environmentally, it’s about the biggest win-win you could ever imagine. 🙂

 

Let The Pig Breeding Experimentation Begin!

Back in April last year we acquired our first heritage breed pigs. They were 3 piglets around 4 months old, and we bought 2 girls and 1 boy. Initially we wanted to use the boy as a spit-pig but feed his sisters on as baconers. However, we decided to keep the girls as breeders to see how they went.

The father of these piglets was pure Large Black and the mum was pure Berkshire. They were both huge, and both just lovely, friendly pigs. The weird thing is that the two girls, despite being litter-mates, look like different breeds. Miss Swan looks like a Large Black, not surprisingly being giant and entirely black, while Socks looks like a Berkshire, being smaller and having a white star/blaze and 4 white feet. It’s fascinating thinking about how they came from the same litter, and yet identify genetically with different parents.

Anyway, we wanted to put our boar, Boris, over them. Boris a Large White/Landrace cross, though I think he tends to favour the Landrace side. At around 9 months old both of these girls was large enough to take Boris so we put all three of them in together. They lived together for between 2 and 3 months, and I’m confident for at least a full three seasons.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is Boris doing his job and doing it well!

Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is Boris doing his job and doing it well!

We thought the girls were in season when we decided to put them all in together. We’re getting pretty good at picking that, though to be honest the sows are none-too-subtle about it. We saw them couple pretty much right away, as evidenced by the picture above. We saw Boris couple with both girls and so figured they’d both be pregnant at the same time and drop around the same time. We want to farrow the girls in pairs. We’ve tried farrowing them truly together with some fairly disastrous results. Our plan now is to have them drop in pairs, keep the mums separate for a week or two, and then have them all in together. This will help us foster babies if we need to, and the mums just like to have company.

We monitored the girls for the next couple of months, and didn’t see them come into season again or couple with Boris. This is the tricky part though, as we’re not out there all day and so can’t watch them 24/7. However, like I said, an in-heat sow isn’t subtle and we were sure we’d see it if it were to happen. As it turns out, we were wrong.

While this cross-breeding is experimental to us, it’s obviously been done before. The offspring of the white/black crosses are called Blue Merles, and I don’t think that term is limited to pigs but counts for a number of species. Commercially, the Large White/Landrace sows are favoured because they have lots of babies and produce lots of milk. They then finish that line off (Terminal Sire Line) with Durocs to give the boofy offspring that grow quickly and give good hams etc. The heritage breeds, on the other hand, have smaller litters, but the meat is better quality, having better marbling and depth-of-flavour. I wanted to see if Blue Merle pigs would give us the best of both worlds.

As a side note, I’m not hung up on the heritage breeds. People will bang on about them, and there’s no doubt they’re lovely pigs and well worth saving as breeds. However, there are many people growing them now, so the breeds aren’t in danger. To me, the ethical part of raising any animal for food, be it pigs or something else, is in how they’re raised. I’m happy to raise white, black, or spotted pigs. Having said that, the brother of Miss Swan and Socks (George) was noticeably tastier, so we were keen to experiment with the black breeds. I’d never dump my white girls and replace them with heritage breed sows, but I would phase them out depending on how our cross-breeding experiments go.

You’ll also hear that the black breeds are better for free-ranging as they handle the heat better. That’s only half true. They certainly don’t get sunburned, which is a bonus, but they get heat stressed much faster. That actually stands to reason if you think about it. White reflects heat and black absorbs it, so our black girls will be panting and in need of a soaking much quicker than our white girls. We’re also working on a home-made sunburn remedy for our girls involving the copious amounts of aloe vera we grow. I’ll post about that should we work it out.

We’re getting quite good at picking when the white girls are going to drop just by looking at them – their stomachs drop and their teats fill out. I keep a spreadsheet recording all of the matings and births, so we have a good idea when they’re due, but we can pretty much pick it visually now. That’s a little harder with the black girls, as they don’t have as much milk. With all of that in mind, we were struggling getting closer to the due date of our black girls. About a week out I was sure that Miss Swan was due shortly, but I wasn’t even sure that Socks was pregnant. She’s much smaller than Swan, and just didn’t show the signs that the white girls do.

Based on when we saw them mate their earliest due date was January 24th. They’re pregnant for 112 to 114 days. They’re also in a heat for a few days, and can mate across that entire period. That means we can only estimate their earliest due date, but it can actually be several days later. In this case, Miss Swan dropped on January 27th, giving us 5 gorgeous babies.

This is Dumbo. No prizes for guessing where his name comes from.

This is Dumbo. No prizes for guessing where his name comes from.

This might look like cute piglets kissing but it's actually cute piglets beating the hell out of each other.

This might look like cute piglets kissing but it’s actually cute piglets beating the hell out of each other.

Blue Merle goodness!

Blue Merle goodness!

This entire experience was fascinating to me. First of all, Swan is a very large pig, and not yet fully grown, and she gave us only 5 babies. First litters are often smaller, though we had a white girl drop 13 her first time, and the heritage breeds normally have smaller litter sizes. I was happy with that, and would have no problem with smaller litters if the result is a better grade of meat. In this case there was also 4 girls and 1 boy, which is a great ratio. We much prefer girls, so 80% was perfect. The other thing that struck me was their colour. The 4 girls were spotty, and a few had patches over their faces which were adorable, but the boy came out almost entirely white. I thought that was cool, and we gave the girls pirate-themed names (Captain, Jack, Sparrow, and Chang). However, at four weeks old the boy (Dumbo) has half his back covered in black spots. They clearly develop their colours as they grow, and I had never read about that anywhere.

Piglet breakfast alfresco.

Piglet breakfast alfresco.

This is Captain at nearly 4 weeks old. She's a sweety!

This is Captain at nearly 4 weeks old. She’s a sweety!

The last thing of note with these piglets is their size. At 4 weeks old they are super boofy in the shoulders and really quite large. They are easily the best piglets we’ve ever had, and I have high hopes for the quality of the pork.

This is at just shy of 4 weeks. There's no real frame of reference, but they're the largest piglets we've ever had.

This is at just shy of 4 weeks. There’s no real frame of reference, but they’re the largest piglets we’ve ever had.

Dumbo is slated to be the spit-pig at our wedding, assuming he grows big enough in the next couple of months. I’m really keen to see how it goes. It’ll be a bit bitter sweet, which is apt for a wedding, as these are also the most affectionate piglets we’ve ever had. They always end up friendly in the end, but this litter has been super-affectionate right from the start. Dumbo races over to me and flops on my shoes for a belly rub every time I go in there. 😦

Though we’ve not tried the meat yet, I’m confident that this experiment has worked well. While I’m not going to race out and swap our white girls for heritage breeds, I may swap our boar out for a Large Black.

Miss Swan doing it for the lolz.

Miss Swan doing it for the lolz.

Oh, and Socks obviously didn’t drop at the same time as her sister. It was only when her sister dropped that I was confident that Socks was even pregnant. At the time we figured she was probably a fully cycle out from her sister, meaning she’d be due 3 weeks later. I’m going to save that for another blog entry though, as Socks’ litter was even more surprising!