The fencing renovations are all finished. This meant that old fencing was replaced or repaired, and a new pig paddock was created and a lot of the old wooden gates were replaced with shiny new metal ones. Ones that rams can't destroy by head butting. A mechanical digger levelled all the ground around the bottom of the pig paddock fences where the pigs had dug it into hillocks. And no, that irony is not lost on me.
We also made some more ram paddocks. Ram management can be tricky if a 60kg ram with twice-curled horns decides to take a run at you. What you don't want is for them to be hiding under a hedge where you can't see them in a 4 acre field. Because by the time you do find them you are too far from the gate. So smaller ram paddocks allow for hiding in hedges and being found from reasonably near the gate. Win win and no-one gets their knees butted. Magwitch Ram died of old age this month. He was a handsome chap who liked to jump into wheel barrows when he was a lamb. But he could be a bit of a thug too and damaged a lot of wooden gates just for the hell of it in his time. You'd go out to find him head butting a fence post for no reason. The other two rams, Jaggers and Gus, don't do this. It was a purely Magwitch-Bone-Head thing. We liked him anyway and he was a sweetie when he wasn't destroying a gate.
The gloriously hot hot hot summer continues and we've had a stonkingly massive crop of black currants and raspberries. Our water bill went up by a quarter because we have been filling up pig wallows and water tanks so much. And giving all the pigs shower baths, sometimes several times a day! Most of the pigs love this. Except for Eliza Pig who squeals as only an indignant pig can and runs out of reach. Pigs don't have many sweat glands and so they need to wallow in cool water or mud, which has the same evaporation effect as sweating. It can be good fun for both humans and pigs, if you don't mind being spattered by muddy water as your pig shakes her ears at you with the patented GOS-ear-flap-mud-trajectory.
Two litters of weaners left home this month for Cornwall, Somerset and literally down the road. It was strangely quiet after they'd gone.
Weather: overcast and 70 degrees