
Last week one of my foster sows delivered three pups. Sadly one little sow was stillborn and one little boar was an obvious runt who we nicknamed Scraggy. He was a real little character, the first to work out how to climb out of the cage, the first to take a nosedive into the mashed pellets and an all round cutie. Sadly despite every effort he failed to thrive and today he passed away at home with us. This is the hard face of fostering.
Popcorn free little Scraggy. Be reunited with your sleeping sister.