Since Mr. G was absent from the farm this evening at animal dinner time, I put on our nifty, Amish approved headlamp and fed the critters myself.
Even though it was ridiculously cold, the night had a wonderfully crisp smell and all the stars were shining brightly.
Mr. G rigged up a heat lamp for the piglets, and when I gave them a bowl of whole corn, they were grunting so contentedly that even I found them charming.
I think that the smell of them will make it possible to put them on the truck to Schrock's in July, however.
Nothing can beat the feeling of having everyone well fed and tucked in warmly for the 17 degree night. Except maybe tucking them in with three feet of snow on the ground...
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