More trauma for Mother - and we castrate our first piglet

Yep, the deed is done! Ham Hock is officially a heshe now. Pat and I decided to do our baby boy ourselves. We used our traditional method when dealing with our livestock, i.e., we wrapped him in a blanket, lulled him into a semi-sleep, and snipped! The testicles popped out, we sprayed the purple stuff on the wound, and we took him back to his mama. He was running around the pen with the rest of them right away. The hardest part was getting him out of the pen. As soon as Pat got in to get him, Mother thought, "they're coming to take my babies again!" (Can't blame her, since she was right!) so she grunted angrily and got in our way and even bit Pat's knee. I asked if she was okay, and her adrenaline said, "Oh, yeah, she just got a mouthful of jeans." We found out later, when the jens came off, that she got a mouthful of knee as well! But she finally scooped him up and handed him to me over the fence. Then I had to deal with our two dogs who seem to have forgotten what the word 'no' means. They were jumping up to get little Ham Hock in my arms! (Note to self: Put the dogs inside next time.) I barely made it into the garage with the little fella, and Pat barely made it out of the pen, being chased by an angry mother pig! But after that, everything went smoothly, and the pigs are safely back in their pens!