Listening to: Banana Pancakes (Jack Johnson)
Weather: the glorious run continues
Surf: flat and the water's a bit chilly yet
Pigwatch: read on
It's not often I feel like hugging a 400lb pig, but I do now.
The waiting is over, we have piglets. I suspected Kim was close this morning. Her teats were like little grapefruits, she had gathered all the straw in her pen into one nest and was a bit off her food.
I carried on as normal, not wanting to get my hopes up and, as I usually do, stopped what I was doing to watch The Simpsons. After TV, sausage and mash, I checked the pig shed, the plan being that myself, stepson and father-in-law would wander down to the hotel for a pint or three.
First I noticed blood near Kim's rear end. 'It's started', I thought. Then I spotted a very small pig's backside. . . and then six more. 'It's finished', I re-thought.
Indeed it had. Seven piglets were getting stuck into Kim's 14 teats (and still managing to have arguments) and I found an eighth stuck in the straw in the creep. I quickly wiped him down, shoved some of the excess straw out of the creep and pushed him the general direction of the milk bar.
He didn't do much apart from shiver and I noticed he still had the cord attached. I snipped that off, popped a little antiseptic spray on and guided him towards a nipple. He still seemed unsure what to do so - so I realised I was going to have to show him.
No, I didn't get down and have a good suck, I put the nipple in his mouth, drew off a little milk and we had a Eureka moment. Matey-boy is now suckling with the best of them.
I should point out that Kim was an absolute star. She popped the piglets out in just over an hour, lay down next to the creep so the piglets could enjoy the benefit of the heat lamp while they suckled. I couldn't have wished for it to go more smoothly.
I've dived inside to write this and have a cup of tea, but I'm going to be in and out of the shed all night, just to make sure. More details and pics tomorrow no doubt.