9 New Additions

We have nine new additions to the family. No, not because I planned it. Not because anyone told me. Not because I marked a date on the calendar with a little heart and a note that said “piglets due!” No, I discovered them like every other big farm development—completely by accident, while stumbling around before my second cup of herbal tea.

There they were this morning, snoozing under a tree like they owned the place. I had no idea they were even on the way. Apparently, pigs don't feel the need to keep me in the loop. Thanks for the heads-up, sweetheart.

And here’s the kicker—this might explain Remi. A few days ago, I caught our female Great Pyrenees, Remi, inside that pasture. Now, Remi never jumps the electric fence. That girl respects voltage. So naturally, I assumed there was a predator threatening the area and she was heroically throwing herself into danger to protect the livestock. Nope. Turns out she might’ve been moonlighting as a midwife. Or just wanted to be front row for the big event. Either way, she knew what was going on before I did. Typical.

This morning, I waited until Mama Pig was off doing pig things—rooting around like she doesn’t have newborns to keep alive—before I crept in like a nosy neighbor with a camera. Took a few baby pictures while trying not to get discovered. Because, let’s be real, the only thing scarier than a protective mama pig is one who’s hangry and postpartum.

So now we have nine piglets. I don’t know their names, I don’t know their gender, and I don’t know how long they’ve been here. But I do know that my week just got a whole lot more complicated.

Farm life: where every day is a surprise party, and you're the one cleaning up after it.

Meanwhile, I found poor daddy banished to another area of the woods.

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