Today was the day for the family's weekly shopping trip. We went to three or four stores to get food for the week. Then Karen's mom brought us to an ice-cream shop. I had spaghetti Eis, which is vanilla ice-cream in strings covered in strawberry sauce and shaved white chocolate.
I just finished giving forty-something piglets vacciations/impfstoffe. That's right. I gave all of them, except for the first, the demonstration. I cannot explain to you how much these babies scream. My exchange father, the farmer, had to get earplugs for himself half way through the deal. They yell and yell, even after they are put back with their mothers. Oh, I forgot to mention that they also had their teeth cut. I expect more of the similar chores in the weeks to come. Piglets are popping out like crazy.
Also, as a point of interest, when a piglet is called a runt, you can tell the difference immediately. One can see the hip bones, ribs, shoulders, and so on of the runts. It looks like their insides were sucked out. I mean they are tiny.
In a few minutes, Karen and I are going to meet up with the boys, Sarah, and Marie at a Greek restaraunt for dinner. Tomorrrow we (karen, i, mark, hagen, and hagen's sister) are probably going to Bremen for shopping in the city. I am looking forward to buying some underwear as I still do not have my luggage.
Tschüs.
B
13 June 2008
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2 comments:
pigs scream real loud. ugh. why did you have to cut their teeth? what do you do with the runts?
They cut the piglets teeth so that they won't bite the sow.
The runts stay, if they survive on their own. Otherwise, they are left alone until nature takes it course. Her father doesn't really pay too much special attention to the well being of the runts. But I like to pick them up--they scream less if you hold them like a baby over your shoulder.
I have seen quite a few piglet injuries...some very severe. But still they are left for nature to deal with. You know?
The babies are so darn cute. Even when they scream. :)
Bridget
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