Lynn's Comments: The real farm story began before Katie was born. Rod and I were newly married and Aaron was about three when we drove west from our home in Dundas, Ontario and became farm hands for the summer at Don and Beth's place in Miami, Manitoba. For Better or for Worse wasn't even an idea at the time. Rod was still in Dental school and we needed the work!
Lynn's Comments: Regarding the disappearing hens: they were free-range birds, locked up in the barn only at night. We didn't know why, but they were gone. When asked if he knew for sure what had happened, Don smiled and said, "It's a pig-eat-chicken world." A quote worth repeating!
Lynn's Comments: The sow in labour walked around the pen, her babies visibly squirming in her belly. When her contractions came, her belly became firm and smooth. She'd lie down and pant for awhile, then get up and wait for the next one. It wasn't the most comfortable place to be--but still, we were waiting for a miracle.
Lynn's Comments: There were two pig barns on Donnie and Beth's farm. One was for farrowing and had the "honeymoon suite" at the back. The boar was brought here when his services were needed. The rest of the stalls were like a maternity ward. It, too, was clean and well ventilated. The babies came at all hours of the night and watching a sow give birth was interesting. Her tummy ripples, she lies down and SQUIRT! Out pops a piggie. Don would wipe it off on the straw and put it aside so mom wouldn't step or roll on it and the process would begin again. The thing that struck me was how fast these babies were born. I struggled and snorted for hours to produce my offspring. This "pop 'em out" method just didn't seem fair!
Lynn's Comments: My brother-in-law (the farmer) said, "Never name anything you’re gonna eat." His pigs and miniature horses were safe, but the cow…well, she was never named.