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Trying to get 'J-Lo' out of the pen with Bear and move in a new sow for breeding, my husband did every thing short of shoot her. He even asked me to get his gun at one point. She is a hard-headed thing.
He tried herding her with a stick, yelling, running, chasing and at one point tried to kick her and she ran out from under him and he landed flat on his back, then she turned around and stepped daintily over him, despite the fact that he gave her every reason to smoosh him. That is a visual I will treasure for years. This six hundred pound sow picking her way carefully over the sprawled body of my husband.
This is a testament to this sow. I have seen her ravage her babies, attack other sows and maim boars to the point that they would never have another thing to do with her. But with Fred, she just bobbed and weaved and tried to stay out of his way. She knew he wanted something but didn't know what it was.
I kept saying, get the feed bag, get the feed bag. Finally I went and got it myself and she followed me right where he wanted her. I love this man to death, but two things have happened. His work requires him to spend way too much time away from home and he's lost his touch. The other thing is, he tries to do too many things too fast. Number two due to number one I guess.
I didn't dare say a disparaging word, he felt bad enough.
He tried herding her with a stick, yelling, running, chasing and at one point tried to kick her and she ran out from under him and he landed flat on his back, then she turned around and stepped daintily over him, despite the fact that he gave her every reason to smoosh him. That is a visual I will treasure for years. This six hundred pound sow picking her way carefully over the sprawled body of my husband.
This is a testament to this sow. I have seen her ravage her babies, attack other sows and maim boars to the point that they would never have another thing to do with her. But with Fred, she just bobbed and weaved and tried to stay out of his way. She knew he wanted something but didn't know what it was.
I kept saying, get the feed bag, get the feed bag. Finally I went and got it myself and she followed me right where he wanted her. I love this man to death, but two things have happened. His work requires him to spend way too much time away from home and he's lost his touch. The other thing is, he tries to do too many things too fast. Number two due to number one I guess.
I didn't dare say a disparaging word, he felt bad enough.