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.