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4140 MS-7 N
Holly Springs, MS, 38635
United States

901-299-3806

Weesner Meadow is a natural ranch near Holly Springs. Direct sales - lamb, pork, beef, livestock & Italian Maremma livestock guardian dogs.

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Daily challenges establishing our natural ranch. 

Go, Daddy, Go

Karen Weesner

This was one of the days we at Weesner Meadow dread the most.  The banishing of the boar.  Henry, our daddy extrodinaire, has outlived his usefulness in his sows' pasture and needs to be moved to other environs.  The girls are due this week (Saturday, if we can count) and Henry has been forced to sleeping outside the hut.  It sounds like a hoggy erotic novel but Henry did indeed cohabitate with Bertha and Bella.  They were happy together in their PortaHut dwelling.  But once we get a little too close to the due date, Henry is sleeping outside.  He becomes mopey, needy even but the girls are firm.  That's the sign that we are getting close. 

The problem in seperating the love trio is that Henry will not leave their side.  I know they are eating less.  Not a lot of room, you know.  So he only traverses the pasture to nibble on the grass and partake of the feed we have for the girls when they come off the hill.  I have watched for days now and he practically has a snout attached to them at all times, even if it is through the hut.  But today, I see a change.  The girls at first were laying in their fine, fine dirt.  Happy to be in a cool place just breathing.  I walked into the hut to pet both my girls and give them my sympathy.  Two litters in a year will tire anyone out.  Then as I leave they decide to descend the hill and lie in the cool dirt.

I see a chance.  Henry nibbles on the grass a little longer than they do and they rebuff him as he attempts to lay next to them.  Aha!!  As he pouts and lays down across from them, I see my chance.  I grab my bag of corn and rush to the pasture.  He isn't going to come willingly you know.  He is expecting two litters in a matter of days.  But with a little feed encouragement he follows me.  Slowly I get him through the gate and pour out a little of the corn.  Just as a reward you know.  You never tease the 600 pound boar with food and don't follow through.  You just don't. 

I close the gate and reinforce with another chain to keep Henry from his girls while he is focused elsewhere.  Before he knows it I have locked him in with the cows.  The steers.  I know he feels insulted.  I pet him and tell him how good he is.  He falls down so I can pet his belly and I do.  He is after all really good at his job.  Really good and really committed.  The girls weren't back with him 6 days last time before he had them impregnated again.  That's extreme motivation for a job well done.  And now he is locked in with the steers.  We will have to apologize for this every day for the next 8 or more weeks.  But he will forgive it all when he gets a chance to return to his girls.  God love him.