At the beginning of May, our farmer Nolan started mentioning that he wanted some pigs. Nolan has been so responsible about taking care of the animals and said he wanted to be the only one that had anything to do with the pigs. Sounded good to us! Also, a week or so before, we had weaned Barney from Rosie and were getting 4 gallons a milk per day, which was WAY too much milk for us to keep up with. Shawn and I decided that pigs could be a good way to go - we could feed them our extra milk and produce all summer and be simultaneously growing meat for the fall.
A day or two after we brought the piglets home, one of them got seriously ill. It appeared to be having constant seizures. I called Matt and he told me to give it a shot of antibiotics in the neck once per day for one week. I did that for three days and Shawn fed it milk two or three times per day, but after three days, its neck suddenly got so tight that I couldn't give it a shot. Matt said the antibiotic was causing the problem and told me to stop. Snowball lived for a full week, sick and miserable, and we hoped that it was a good sign that she was hanging on for so long, but on the last day I went out to check on her and found that she had died. Now Napoleon seems really lonely, but is doing well other than that.
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