Precious is fertile. Three babies last October and nine babies this May, poor girl! Let me tell you though, what a difference it is having the babies in the spring. These little critters run around all over the place and momma is not nearly as mean as she was last fall. 

So far we have found homes for two of these babies, but I feel that rehoming the other seven is going to be quite a difficult task. They are all fairly sweet and calm once we can catch them, however, catching them has proven to be challenging. Right now I have two males in a dog crate since we were able to catch them and I hope that we can find them homes. 

Since Corndog and his horny self has helped make all of these babies I have made an appointment for him to be neutered this Friday. I hope that he is not too difficult to wrangle and that all goes smoothly since I do not want any more piglets. 

Jellybean will also be neutered Friday since he has started to show an interest in not only Lola, but also in his Momma, we most definitely do not need inbred donkeys. 

Precious Pig had piglets! We had not seen her for a couple of days and this morning I suggested that we look for her, "Maybe she had babies."  We went outside with our friends, Emily & Joe, and Lily also helped with the search.  

Shannon went to our neighbor's field and yelled that he found her and, "There are babies!!!"  Most of the things that come out of Shannon's mouth are not exactly true in situations like this one, however, there were in fact three adorable babies.  

It is not exactly warm out right now and we kind of thought that we should move them, especially since it recommends that the first week the piglets are kept in 95 degree heat.  After one night of being inside we let them stay with Precious and just threw a bale of straw over for her to make a nest.  

Unfortunately we had one that ended up not making it.  Shannon thinks that it was kicked when it got in his momma's way.  When I got home from school the kids and I checked on him and Lily patted his head while saying, "You are going to be all right.  It is ok," over and over.  He seemed like he might be getting better, but after dinner when I checked on him he was gone.  RJ was with me and there were immediate tears.  Not sobbing, but quiet, sad tears.  

I told RJ that I was glad that he felt sad that the baby had died, that it was normal for him to feel that way; he just leaned in for a hug.  He then asked if he could hold the piglet and I allowed him to after I wrapped it in a cloth.  He gave it a little hug and kissed it's head and said we should say a prayer for him tonight.  

As hard as it is when things like this happen, it is something we will have kids who are able to handle these things well and understand that they are a part of life.