I had a bit of a surprise a few days ago. Our sow was due to farrow in a few weeks, but sometime during the night she decided to pop them out. They were tiny, but all were healthy.
The sow, who has a moniker of Macon Bacon, had them in a pile of horse hay. My mare was quite taken with them. She stood they sniffing them and carefully following them for hours. The pony was less amused.
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Um, excuse me, waiter? There is a pig in my hay. |
We eventually got Macon and her babies rounded up and moved to a pen by themselves. In a few weeks they can rejoin the general population.