Tales from Smith Hall

Tales from Smith Hall

A pig in a pick up

Life on the FarmPosted by Mary Thu, January 26, 2017 13:23:56
Well, the snow came and went. For a morning, we had snow blowing horizontally, so more layers were put on, to do battle with the elements. Today, it is bitterly cold, and the temperature in our bedroom is 5 degrees C. No surprise that I go to bed with 2 hot water bottles!
We have the standard farmhouse Aga, so the kitchen is always warm, unlike the rest of the house. The house, built around 1805, has a distinct front (gracious, Palladian) and back (utilitarian, basic) and originally had two staircases. One is for the front of the house, and has a beautiful curved stair rail. The back one for children and servants is now concealed under a raised floor. This meant access from front to back was only at the ground level. The upstairs dividing wall was knocked through in the twentieth century, so we and the mice can scamper from front to back.
The new piglets are doing well, and will soon be developing into rapacious, sharp toothed sharks on legs, that will bite your bottom if you stand between them and their feed! A friend of ours came last week to collect two gilts (young females) to fatten up. They were duly caught and placed squealing loudly in the pick up, and driven away to a nice bed of straw filled pen, only to be discovered to be a gilt and a boar on closer inspection. So a swap will have to be made, or there may be more pigs in the pen than were bargained for!
In the meantime, our old boar, who went to a neighbour`s to do his bit to get her two sows in pig (pregnant), has expired, after a long and happy life. We could never be sure if he did manage to perform, as the sows were not terribly receptive, but at least he may have tried!





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