I think much of the time what we are apt to call a miracle is actually uncanny synchronicity in one’s favor. One of the many misfortunes of 2019 for us on the wee homestead was our young ram got fatally wounded just two days after introducing him to his harem.
From a financial standpoint this is unfortunate, because not only did we purchase him, but we’d also been feeding him for several months by then. More than the money though, it was a sad and at the time mysterious accident, which I wrote about here.
After some time and reflection we figured what must’ve happened to the poor guy was that he got between our boar and his food and got himself gored, right in the gut. That’s how we found him, still walking around, with his guts coming out. He hadn’t even noticed yet.
For anyone out there who’s considering getting pigs someday, take note, never get between a boar and his food or his harem, no matter how docile and even friendly that boar might seem normally.
In fact, the same friend who sold us our Red Wattles sold another friendly boar to a woman who made that awful mistake. This was a terrifying situation for her, I can imagine, when she, alone at home, got gored by the boar in the thigh. She had to crawl back from the corral to her car and drive herself to the ER. She lost so much blood she nearly died, had serious surgery followed by six months of rehab. A word to the wise.
But here’s the miraculous part of the story. In just two days of freedom, that young ram got some real action going! We thought we’d have a lamb-less spring, and we are tickled pink that’s not the case.
The chances of this happening are slimmer than most might imagine. He was working against great odds, in fact. He hadn’t mingled with the girls previously, and they showed no interest in him at all when he joined their posse. The older ones were downright rude to him, the younger ones very apprehensive.
He showed immense interest, of course, but still, he must’ve been very persistent in a very short time. And, the chances they would happen to be cycling right then, well we figured there wasn’t any hope.
Nature’s little miracles are blessings indeed. 🙂
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