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Saturday, August 14, 1999

Poem: The Flying Éclair

Lu Lu is in a frenzy,
And I know the reason why;
She's standing on the front lawn,
Looking up into the sky.

You see she hear a rumor,
About a flying éclair;
So now she's on the lookout,
Eyes fixed in a stare.

She was told to listen
For the sound the éclair makes;
Now she's starting to panic,
Her ears may need a second take.

She turned towards her mommy,
And said 'What do I do?
I know a candy wrapper sound,
And slicing veggies too.'

'Does it sound like dog food kibbles,
pouring in a bowl?;
What exactly is the sound?
I really need to know.'

'If I'm to catch this éclair,
Falling from the sky;
Should I not recognize the sound,
It might just fly right by?'

'So Mom, please, I beg you,
Tell me if you can;
What sound a flying éclair makes,
Cause I'm your precious Ham!'

A Hannah Hamm Original by
Sharon Jean Updike
(August 14, 1999)
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Friday, August 13, 1999

Poem: My Best Friend

I have a very special friend,
And I'm her best friend too
We have a unique relationship
Respect each other too.

My friend and I don't always agree,
We sometimes see things differently;
But when all is said and done,
Our hearts do blend becoming one.

My best friend has no hands or feet,
She with words, does not speak;
Neither does she have a nose or toes,
And a tail from her backside grows.

She has four hooves to get around,
And makes different grunting sounds;
We love each other unconditionally,
My pig and I, best friends are we.

An Inspirational by Sharon Jean Updike (August 1, 1999)
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Friday, July 30, 1999

Poem: Hot and Humid

Porgy and Bess are complaining
It's so hot and humid too
Momma Sandy cannot read their minds
Oh, what is a pig mom to do?

Mom filled their pool with water
They have lots of shade
But this is one hot summer
And they can't even graze!

They love to roam out in the yard
And sleep under the tress
But this heat is getting to them
If we could just get a gentle breeze

Mom worries about them daily
And in the night time too
This heat has us all in a frenzy
You'd think our house was a zoo

Right now they are very thankful
Don't have to wake the ramp
It's much to hot to venture out
It would just make them pant

Surely they are thinking
Better make the best of it now
Enjoy the heat of the summer
And eating ice cream, wow!

A Hannah Hamm original by Sharon Jean Updike (July 24, 1999)
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Poem: Give Me a Home


Give me a home, where the buffalo roam
And I'll show you where Dottie lives
Just make a right, at the buffalo site
And follow the sweet grazing pigs!

It won't be long, very far up the road
That you soon will see a sweet sight
For Flower is here, and Ziggy stays near
To guard the place all day and night

Dottie and Richard have no time alone
As their children stay right by their side
Their house is a home,
where their pets freely roam
And love fills the air, what a life!

A Hannah Hamm original by Sharon Jean Updike (July 27, 1999)
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Friday, July 23, 1999

Poem: Out of Joint


Emma Louise, her snouts out joint
She stays in her house and refuses to drink
It's all because Mom has a new skunk
And Emma is jealous and showing her spunk

Golly gee Mom, Emma does say
Why both with skunks to kiss and to play
After all you have me and there is no doubt
They just can't compete with my big precious snout!

So I'm telling you skunks keep out of my way
That there is my Mommy you've stolen away
I was here first, so you best know your place
Emma's the boss so give me some space!

Well I guess I'll accept you, what choice do I have?
You'll find out quickly that my Mom and my Dad
Are the best loving parents a critter could have
Even though you aren't pigs, I guess you're not all that bad!

A Hannah Hamm original by Sharon Jean Updike (July 23, 1999)
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Poem: My Apple Tree


There is a place I like to go
Under my apple tree
It is a very special spot
And it's in the yard for me

I have to go and sniff and snout
Under it's branches low
It gives the greatest shade of all
When there is no more snow

This very favorite place of mine
Give joy to me each day
It is a place where food falls down
And I can rest and play


Yummy apples grow on boughs
Bent heavy with this fruit
And I like to reach and pull one down
Or hit one with my soot

I never have to worry
Cause I know it's okay
I always check my favorite place
At the start of each new day

And when the sun is setting
I check under my tree
I just might find an apple
Waiting there for me

A Hannah Hamm original by Sharon Jean Updike (July 22, 1999)
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Tuesday, July 20, 1999

Poem: Manna Ball

I love to push my Manna Ball
It gives me such delight
As the rice puffs fall right out
I push with all my might

It helps me to get my exercise
Cause I live inside the house
Not only does it help my bod
But my mouth gets a "workout"

As I push my bright red Manna Ball
With "soccer" expertise
Each morsel tastes so very good
It's just beyond belief

My Manna Ball and I are friends
Inseparable, no doubt
My ball wants to get rid of food
And I just help it out.

Grandma fills it up real good
As I wait impatiently
Cause I know soon I'm going to get
Som wonderful yummies

As the ball goes round and round
With each push as I snout it
Dispensing joy to me, oh boy!
I couldn't do without it.

After I'm done, it comes to a rest
Real close, right by my side.
And naps with me, we are best friends
My Manna Ball and I

A Hannah Hamm Original by Sharon Jean Updike (July 20, 1999)
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Monday, July 19, 1999

Poem: My Swimming Pool

I hate it when I'm stuck inside,
And can't go out to graze;
After all I am a pig,
Who loves warm, sunny days.

I love sitting in y swimming pool,
And dunking for yummy grapes,
Rubbing my butt back and forth;
It feels really great,

I live to lay upon my side,
Splashing like a fish;
And slap my tail against the sides,
With a vigorous swish, swish!

When I get out I like to go,
And roll around in the dirt;
It feels real good on my wet skin,
And it doesn't even hurt.

When the mud hangs from my snout,
Now that's the way to live;
What more do you expect from me,
It's so great to be a pig!

A Hannah Hamm original by Sharon Jean Updike
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Saturday, May 8, 1999

Story: Little Mama


A moving story about a rescue pig that was attacked by a bear and lived through the ordeal and even had the litter of pigs she was pregnant with at the time. By Marie Lloyd.

Okay...here we go...Mama's story. I'll probably get upset all over again but thank goodness this story has a happy ending.

PART 1
One morning a week before Christmas (1997) I received a call from a women in tears. She had two potbellied pigs she could not keep. She had bought them from an ad she had seen in the paper.

Apparently when she went to see the pigs the conditions were so terrible she felt compelled to buy them. They were living in freezing mud and were being chased and bitten by dogs. (Both pigs still bear the scars from bites on their back legs.)

She had them for about 4-5 days when she realized she was not a "pig person". (She thought she was buying a couple of lawn ornaments!) She got Janet Fine's number from the SPCA and Janet in turn referred her to us. We told her to bring them on over and so she did.

She said she had named the boar "Arnold" and the little sow "Mama". Mama had supposedly already had a litter of babies which froze to death outside in the rain and mud. (Very traumatic for a pig to lose her babies.) We made a pen outside our bedroom window so we could monitor them. We had to separate them because Arnold was still a boar, and Mama was not spayed. They were in pens side by side and seemed content.

We took Arnold down to Dr. Hurst to be neutered. We suspected that Mama might be pregnant because she did not seem to cycle. When Arnold came home from the vet we introduced him into a larger herd of pigs and kept Mama in her pen under the bedroom window.

Mama was very shy and did not like to be touched. She was afraid of hands which led us to believe that she had been hit. I began to spend more time with her,gently petting her and letting her know she could trust me. I prepared special treats for her (baked potatoes with lots of butter) and she started coming around. I was feeling really good about her progress and was very attached to her.

On the morning of February 27 1998, I awoke to the awful sound of a pig screaming. I jumped out of bed (I was 6 months pregnant) and woke up my husband, Lance. We had 12 pigs sleeping in the house and they were all up and in a panic. The dogs were growling but wouldn't go out the door.

We ran outside and at first we couldn't tell where the screams were coming from. It was 6am but still dark and hard to see. All our other pigs outside were up and barking in panic and looking in the direction of Mama's pen. I yelled to my husband that it was Mama.

I assumed she had gotten stuck in her fencing or in her house. Lance ran to her pen armed with a pair of scissors and a flashlight. He thought he was just going to cut the ties on her panels to free her. I will never forget his voice as he arrived at Mama's pen and screamed out, "OH MY GOD,IT"S A BEAR"... He was screaming at the bear and I joined in. The bear had climbed over the hog panels into the pen and was attacking Mama. As Lance watched and cried out in horror, the bear lifted Mama in it's mouth by the scruff of her neck and climbed out of the pen.

It ran down the hills towards the manzanita bushes with Mama in it's mouth. My husband chased the bear but when it turned around and faced him with Mama still screaming in it's mouth, he realized he had better return to the house and get a gun.

I followed him, agonizing over Mama's screams which could still be heard. He grabbed the gun, ran back outside and fired shots into the air. At this point the screams stopped. I had stayed in the house with our 2 year old daughter who was hysterical because she had heard the whole thing. When Lance walked back into the house I could tell by the look on his face that he was not able to save Mama. I said "Did he take her?" He just answered a quiet "yes".

I remember being on my knees, sobbing and holding my daughter who kept saying the same thing over and over..."don't make that sound...baby screaming".

Lance got dressed and armed with a rifle went out to search the area. When the sun came up he checked Mama's pen where he found a small amount of blood. We spent the morning in grief and shock. We phoned our friends and neighbors to tell what had happened. It was probably the worst morning of my life. Every minute was filled with thoughts of Mama and regret that we had failed her. We talked about it over and over, replaying it, wondering what we could have done to save her.

We live in a rural area with a lot of wildlife. We have had a little trouble with coyotes, and we know there are mountain lions in the area. The last thing in the world we expected to encounter however was a bear. We spoke to the Game warden who said the attack was "extremely unusual". This did not console us. I couldn't get Mama's screams out of my mind and I kept thinking of her unborn babies.

When Lance had gone to work and our daughter was napping, I took the dogs and searched the bushes myself. Instinctively I called out to Mama knowing there wouldn't be a reply, but I couldn't help myself. Of course there was no sign of her. The day wore on and I did all the usual chores. After the evening feeding, I began to cautiously let the house pigs out to potty. I let the last pig out at about 5:30pm. I stood out on the deck, gazing towards the parcel next door. It is an eleven acre parcel that had been vacant for about a year. Our pigs like to go there and graze and take advantage of the space.

As I stood there, I noticed a small black pig-like animal wandering around down there. I thought to myself that I must really be losing it to have forgotten about one of my pigs. Who had I let out and not called back in? I had been especially careful due to the attack so how could this have happened?

I checked in the house and all pigs were accounted for. The last pig I had let out was still wandering around on the deck so I knew it wasn't her. I knew I had to check it out so I filled a coffee can with pig chow and packed my daughter into the stroller. We headed down the driveway with 4 dogs and 1 pig in tow. About halfway down the driveway I spotted the small animal again and my heart started to pound. It was definitely a pig.

PART 2
Could it be Mama? I tried not to hope because I knew she couldn't still be alive. As I approached the pig my heart sank. It was not Mama. This pig was wearing a red harness. But as the pig came towards me, wagging it's tail, I realized it was NOT wearing a red harness. It's flesh was badly torn and bloody...it was Mama!! I called to her and she actually came running. I was so excited and overjoyed that I barely knew what to do. But the other pig that had accompanied us down the driveway did. She grunted to Mama and led her back up the driveway toward the house.

Mama followed the other pig (her name is Jade) and I led them to an empty pen. I put Mama in the pen and fed her...she was sooo hungry in spite of her enormous wound. It looked like most of her shoulders were gone. It was very gorey.

I ran to the house and called some friends. I could barely get the words out. Mama's alive! She's hurt bad! Bob was out the door that minute. It took him 35 minutes to get here and during that time I sat with Mama and marveled at her.

How could she be up and walking with so much of her body missing? How did she get away from the bear? When Bob arrived he loaded her into a carrier and took her to Dr. Cyndie Hurst in Roseville. I had called ahead and told them what had happened.

When she got there Dr. Hurst checked her over and said she would need about 2 and a half hours of surgery but she was too deeply in shock to be safely put under anesthesia. (She had been wandering around half-eaten for 12 hours!) Dr. Hurst injected her with steroids and antibiotics and planned the surgery for the next morning. She said she could probably save Mama.

That night while Mama was safely away at the vet, the bear returned. He was right back at Mama's empty pen, looking for what he lost I guess. I made a lot of noise, banging on things, and he left. I also had a neighbor fire a rifle into the air to further scare him off.

Mama went through the surgery the next morning and she did great. Her left shoulder was terribly shredded all the way down to the spinal column. Dr. Hurst had to remove a large portion of flesh from the area so it would heal. The rest of the wound was sutured back together. Mama stayed in the hospital for a week.

March 6th Lance went and brought Mama home. It was a very exciting morning! I was shocked when I saw the large hole in Mama's back. It was the size of a small dinner plate and about 1-1/2 inches deep. She had lots of stitches. Mama seemed oblivious to her injuries. She was happy to be home. She took up residence in our spare bedroom and made herself right at home.

After looking at Mama for awhile I realized she was getting a "milk-line". She went down for a bellyrub and I could see babies moving! I couldn't believe it because we thought because of all the stress and medication she would lose her babies. (Since she was a rescue, we had no idea when she had become pregnant or when she was due.)

Two weeks exactly after Mama's near-death experience, she went into labor. She tore up her room, charged us, and generally acted like a normal, nesting  mother-to-be! Saturday morning March 14 Mama had 9 babies. Six girls and three boys. They were very small and a pinkish-grey color. We called Dr. Hurst and told her the babies didn't seem ok. She said they were probably about 2 weeks premature due to the steroids Mama had received.

Many of the babies did not open their eyes and it was hard to clean them due to the immaturity of the sacks (super sticky). One female died right away. Another died the next morning. The babies did not know how to nurse right away. We spent the day nursing each baby over and over until we were sure they all had had colostrum. For the next 8 days I had to help those babies nurse around the clock. (Every 2 hours!) One more female died on the 6th day. Two boys did not open their eyes until the 7th day.

During this first week Mama seemed exhausted. She could barely move. We made daily calls to Dr. Hurst and to Janet and other pig friends. Dr. Hurst put Mama on Rimadyl which really seemed to help. By the 9th day I noticed how fat and chubby the babies were. I also noticed that they were nursing on their own and sleeping at night with Mama instead of under the heat lamp. When I first wrote this, it was day 11. The babies didn't need me at all anymore! Mama by now was perky and sassy as ever. She had become so friendly. You would never know it was the same shy, sad rescue pig who arrived at Christmas.

This is a pig who survived a bear attack and gave birth, nursed and nurtured six preemie babies while healing her own wounds as well! And got fat and frisky while doing so!!! We kept all the babies and they still live with Mama pig. One baby died when he was five months old. He had a heart defect and never grew.

We are glad he had five months of life with his mom and siblings but I still cry when I think of little Paddington. Mama has gotten quite large and resembles a bear herself! The bear came back in December of '98 but did no harm to anyone although he did push our front door open in the middle of the night. We are ever-watchful however and now keep the dogs outside at night as well as some very loud watch-geese.

We have new neighbors who brought in fierce, Russian livestock-guardian dogs so we feel a lot more secure. Mama and her babies are in "maximum lock-up" at night though because we promised her she'll always be safe. Mama is just one of our many amazing rescue pigs. I'm sure I'll be telling you all about some of the others. They all come here with a story, usually a sad one though we hope to give them all a chance for a happy new life.

UPDATE: Little Mama and her kids are doing great. Mama has a scar but otherwise you would never know what she went thru. She is a sweet pig.

Saturday, January 30, 1999

Story: Henry

A True Pig Story by Becky 

Thank you for your informative page on Pot Belly Pigs. I have one who is 9 years old this month and I must say it wasn't by choice either---hee hee. Henry is a 1995 Georgia Tech graduate. It took Henry all of 3 years to make it through Georgia Tech. He even became a SAE fraternity brother and was voted in as one of the favorite frat brothers during his stay at Georgia Tech.

It was with sadness that he had to leave them all and come home to his Grandma in June of 1995 while his Papa (my son, Tommy) went off to make a living. When Henry's Papa (my son) left him with me (Grandma), he almost grieved himself to death. It was so sad to see him going down hill so fast and Grandma didn't know what was wrong.

So, I called the vet in Atlanta and he explained the problem to me, which I found hard to believe at first. He told me that I needed to get on the floor and cuddle, hug and talk with Henry to convince him that he was going to be loved at Grandma's house as much as his Papa loved him, but there were limits for me---hee hee.

You see, his Papa (my son) slept with him for the 3 years he was in Atlanta. Yes, in the same bed too! From a little piglet to a grown 3 year old hog. So Henry had to get use to having a bed of his own with his own pillow and blankets all on the floor and not on a 4 poster bed. He also had to get use to sleeping alone!!! This took some getting use too, but Henry adjusted and now he is a member of the family and behaves well.

He has the same freedom that his friends the cats and dog have, to come though the pet door when ever he wants. He isn't even fenced in either, so he has the full benefit of the yard to play in. Henry is really good about not leaving the yard. He must have a built in sense of boundary as he doesn't leave the yard.

Henry is happy now with Grandma, but is getting old and some times his old joints hurt and he wants to sleep on the sofa where it is soft and warm. Grandma isn't all for this, but she does give in more often than not these days as he will look at her with those sad eyes and then up he goes.

That is the story of Grandma's inherited Grandson Henry, the pet pig.

Wednesday, January 20, 1999

Story: Coming Home: Wilbur's Story

A True Pig Story Sue Parkinson, Lil' Orphan Hammies

I'm really quite cute! OK, so my tongue hangs out of my mouth a little bit, noooo, I'm not sticking it out at you, I just can't seem to keep it in my mouth. But I don't see why that would be any reason for my family to leave me in the backyard and move away. Maybe they just forgot I was there, but the neighbor boys didn't. They came over everyday to feed me and give me water since no one lived at our house anymore.

Then someone told the boys about a pig sanctuary in Solvang called Lil Orphan Hammies because they saw an article in the paper once about it. So those boys picked me up and put me in the back of their pickup truck and away we went. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew I had better stay very still because I was in the back of a truck with the wind blowing on me.

When we finally stopped, I heard them asking a man at a gas station if they knew where Lil Orphan Hammies pig sanctuary was. Well being this is a one gas station town it seems everyone knows the pig lady, and they gave the boys the phone number. I heard them call and tell whoever they were talking to they were already in town with me in the back of their truck.

Well off we went again, but the next time we stopped, this crazy lady came out took one look at me and said how cute I was. She put her face right in mine and kissed me. Heck, she didn't even know me, but she kissed me, just like that. Who was this nut? Then she told the boys to follow her so off we go again.

OK, so it was an adventure and I obviously didn't have any say in the matter. I know this crazy lady wasn't thrilled to see I was in the back of a truck with no camper. But she figured I made it 3 hours on a freeway I'd make it 1 more mile to wherever they were taking me. Something called a Sanctuary.

When I got there I heard music and happy grunts. There were piggies just like me running all around and coming up to see who I was. Maybe I did fall out of the truck, but maybe I was in Hog Heaven! After all, there was music, flowers, trees and everyone was so happy. I was taken to a pen and given my own house, fresh food, water and blankets. OK, so maybe this wasn't Hog Heaven, but I liked it, I really liked it.

It was such a happy place. I only had to stay in the pen at night when I first got there, and I know why. Not all the other piggies are nice to the new kids on the block, some can be down right rude. But Sue always makes sure nobody gets hurt, and boy do they listen to her. I know one thing, she is the top hog there and she isn't even a pig. I over heard her say something about the hand that feeds ya. Whatever, all I know is I liked my new home.

Then one rainy day this family came for a visit. They kept coming back to me and they liked me. They thought I was so cute and so nice. Well what did they know. I am nice, after all, you don't want to mess with that hand that feeds you, right? Well the next thing I know, I'm being put in some funny little box. OK, so I could see thru it, and it was much easier than being moved the way those two neighborhood boys moved me. But where was I going. I didn't want to go anywhere, I was happy where I was, really happy. But I was going with these people who kept talking to me.

Well, here I am, in a new house with some strange people. Ahhhh, it wasn't so bad, they kept the goodies coming and I could sleep in the house or outside. Someone has to be top hog, and well they were sure easy to train, so I became boss hog of this place. But I was lonely for the music, the flowers, the trees, and my new friends I had made at that place they called Lil Orphan Hammies.

So I decided I wanted to go back. So today, I bit that kid they called their son, this loud little obnoxious child. I never liked him, never was going to and he didn't like me either. I just know he didn't, but I wasn't brought there to be a pet to him in the first place. It was his daddy that liked me the best. I just couldn't see spending any more time with this little creature so today when he was teasing me with the banana, I bit his chin. Not to hard, but hard enough to make his mama call Sue to come and get me.

YESSSSSS, it worked! I am on my way back to Lil Orphan Hammies. She told Sue she just couldn't have an animal who would hurt that teasing child of hers. I didn't really hurt him, just pinched him. I was making a statement in the only language I knew how, with my mouth. People sometimes just don't understand our language. So we have to take the next step. Of course I had other plans in mind when I did it and that was to get back to that wonderful place I was before.

I can't wait till they put me back in that traveling box, cause I know I'll be happy and understood where I was before I was brought here. I'm sure they will miss me, ya right, but I did hear her say how much they tried and how sorry they were that they didn't want me anymore. I never let Sue see this side of me at the sanctuary. Heck, I was to happy to be ugly like that to her, there I was an angel. That is why it is like Hog Heaven.

Sue makes it Hog Heaven for us there, that is why we want to stay there. Hmmm, I wonder if all my same friends will be there when I get back? Well, tomorrow I'll find out. Oh boy, I can't wait to go home.

Love Wilbur

A note from Sue
Every now and then we make a placement and it doesn't work. Wilbur will always have a home at the sanctuary, not that he will always stay, but we can learn from our mistakes. Wilbur became territorial in his new home when dad wasn't around. It's obvious Wilbur didn't like the child.

I am usually very very careful in my placements, especially when children are involved, but this time, Wilbur showed a side I never see at the sanctuary. When pigs are in herds it's sometimes hard to tell how they might be outside of it. As for Wilbur they visited with him often before the adoption and were really taken with him. He's been in the home for almost 6 months, but they have a fear of him now.

Sometimes you can tell it's just better to take them back, then to try and work with them to keep the pig. It's not fair to either one. I know I offer a real Hog Heaven to my pigs, after all, I want them to feel like it is their home. But dog gawn it, it doesn't mean I want them to bite their way back. Live and Learn.