Good Towels

It’s a dead giveaway when there is a bath towel in the kitchen. Well, the real clue is the piglet in the sink, but the towel is a good indication that it’s farrowing season around here.

The reason that there is occasionally a piglet in my sink is simple. It’s cold here during farrowing season. Really cold. We farrow our females in little huts that are better insulated than our home and in a barn that, when filled as the OB wing, is downright cozy. We also monitor the inside temperature and utilize heat lamps to keep the little buggers warm. Sometimes, despite our best efforts, piglets get chilled and we have to bring them inside.

When I’m at my most athletic, I can stick a piglet in my hoodie and make tracks to the house in record time. Once there, I warm the piglet in the sink and then wrap it in a warm towel. I can kick back and watch Dirty Jobs for a while, holding the warming, snuggly piglet. Once the piglet is vocal and squirming, it’s back to the sow. It doesn’t take long and I think they like Mike Rowe.

I went to town today and left Jason to monitor his girls. He was feeding cows when I returned home but I knew what was happening earlier in the day by the towel in the kitchen. I checked on the litters to make sure they were warm and happy. Then I returned to the house to start a load of laundry because, even though we have an awe-inspiring number of crummy towels…Jason keeps using my good towels for the pigs. Sigh.


8 thoughts on “Good Towels

  1. But my daddy always said, “It’s the critter that buys the towels”. I just hide a couple of good ones though for unexpected company.

  2. Your daddy is absolutely correct! I do have a stash that hasn’t been broken into yet. Perhaps I should just buy stock in Shout Stain Remover and a laundry detergent company.

  3. I can remember the looks on city friends when we would tell of bringing a baby calf in and
    using a hair dryer to finish the job of drying and warming it up.

  4. I remember having a bottle lamb growing up. Her name was Chelsea. She lived in the house and wore diapers.

    Later, I came to find out she was made into one of our family/friend dinners and served with mint jelly. Such is life…

  5. Tammy- I sold my first market lamb in 4H and mom drove me home, sobbing the entire way. My grandmother was there and she had prepared a beautiful dinner to celebrate. Lamb with mint jelly. The sobbing continued. Grandma was baffled. I think she wondered why I was sobbing over grits and a green salad!
    This year, Caden sold his first market pig in the 4H sale. And then he ate a burger. He understands production ag better at 9 than I did!

    • I wonder if there’s a difference between boys and girls when it comes to things like that. When we sold all of our puppies, after the new owner left with it, I would pout and be sad. A couple times I did get a little teary eyed. Onesimo told me numerous times to not get attached to them, maybe the motherly instinct catches hold and it tears at your heart to see them go?

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