Even this blog post was originally going to be about my surgery and how Brittan has become even more of a superwoman than ever, but that post now has to wait. I need to be flexible.
We made all these plans about butchering beef and pork in November. Keep them on grass and hay all summer, then butcher in the autumn. Everything about the plan was solid. We had a processor. We had customers, including deposits. We had the animals. What could possibly go wrong? Let’s go with….everything.
First, my neck went out. Five bulging discs and pinched nerves put a real hamper in my ability to wrangle animals. Heck, it messed with my ability to do pretty much anything except hurt.
As the weeks passed and my insurance company delayed approval for surgery, the processing time slipped to December, then January then February. Besides frustrated customers and empty freezers, the delay meant extra feed bills. Oh, well, we’re flexible.
I eventually gave up on surgery ever happening and booked a date in February to get the cows and pigs to the processor. Then, out of the blue, my insurance company relented and my much needed surgery was scheduled. You guessed it, 5 days before the animals were to go in.
Fortunately for us, the processor was able to move the date one more month into March. It’s inconvenient because we had to feed animals all winter which is expensive. Life happens.
Wait, we’re not through yet. Speaking of life happening; three days ago, as I’m resting under the influence of my post op medications, with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head, my text message alert goes off, waking me reluctantly from my slumber. The text is from Brittan saying, “We have baby pigs.”
As fate would have it, our runaway potbelly boar, managed to impregnate at least one of our Large Black Hogs before his demise. For all we know, we may have more in a few days. At any rate, we have 4 little half breed girl piggies and one little boy. The bad news is, mamma won’t be going to become ham anytime soon. It also means a pig pen needs to be built at our new farm. And since I’m laid up for several more weeks, guess who all the work falls on?
The good news is, we know where our 2013 feeder pigs are coming from. That will save us a few bucks. If the other sow is drops young uns in the next month, we will have other issues to consider. But….we’re flexible.