Our First Farrowing

Learning lessons on the homestead the hard way

The four words that strike the most terror in my heart on our farm are when Bill says, “It will be fine.” 

Ever the pessimist, I feel it’s my duty to balance his sunny outlook with a proportionate amount of fear and caution.  “It will be fine,” is my cue to commence panicking. 

Such was the case with our first farrowing. 

We found our gilt nesting the day …