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Contact Janice  604-462-0958</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-5692974594485322052</id><published>2012-01-21T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:10:35.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mild Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PL7Y8KAfgKs/TxuV0rweuNI/AAAAAAAAAz0/QOY2iepCVw4/s1600/gate.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PL7Y8KAfgKs/TxuV0rweuNI/AAAAAAAAAz0/QOY2iepCVw4/s320/gate.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700314485699295442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHHhRXanG20/TxuSk5PIg5I/AAAAAAAAAzo/k3Jh82Wh5kY/s1600/2010%2BApril%2B24%2BSherman%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHHhRXanG20/TxuSk5PIg5I/AAAAAAAAAzo/k3Jh82Wh5kY/s320/2010%2BApril%2B24%2BSherman%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700310915904734098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got in from feeding everyone.  First out to the horses with a  little bucket of  grain and apples , then i  go into  our new hay shed and  get there hay for the night.  Dior and lacy were both  in the barn  , warm and dry   on nice fresh shavings.  The horses have a  huge walk  in barn that allows them to come and go when they  please.  I have to come  believe this is a healthier  way of  life giving them the ability to move around  at will 24/7. This also causes a ton more work as  they  use it as an out house as well. Hopefully  next summer we can raise the funds  to put a nice shelter  up and off of  our new shed for  them to stand out of the rain . It will save us both  shavings and the extra labour to  keep it clean .  Lacy  was a snuggle bunny today  when i was  in cleaning . She stood  waiting  for me to  scratch  on her and  stroke her  soft neck. She reached  her head down to mine and held her face  into my cheek , she is a lovely  horse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great  show of help today  with   Roxane , Alicia and Theresa arriving. Alicia tackled the waters and  we opted to  hand pail then drag the hose out, we all chipped  in when  we got to the big pigs waters. The pigs had peanuts in a shell for breakfast and  i have noticed  they are all now starting to spit out the shells where as before they all ate them. A tad spoiled me thinks... thanks for  feeding the kids Roxane and Theresa and filling up the pails for tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nick was here, getting his hours  done  so  us girls  had a few things we needed  him to  tackle.  All the gates   on the paddocks  i had built  here are  braced  wrong.  One by one  they are starting to fail , the first one   that  needed reinforcing was Roscoe's.  Yesterday  when i  went into  move snow and free  up ice water  I couldn't get the gate  to swing open so i had to  climb over the fence to get out.  So  to my disappointment  we have already had to  micky mouse something  on  this  expensive  build when i moved here only  two years ago. Eventually every  one of the gates  will have to come down and  be rebuilt correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everything is still under snow and there is some deep icy patches so  i chose to not let the farm pigs out today as they  are so rambunctious and  i sure don't need any of them  falling down   on ice here, especially  our Rose.   While sitting  watching my senior herd eat tonight   i could see  in the snow pile a  perfect water tub icicle  5 inches thick, hard to beleive it is so mild out now.  And there is going to be a ton more work  next week-end  as the snow melts  as we could only pick up what we could  out there today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well i better go get Mouse out as she hasn't been out of  here all day and then feed my inside crew,  oh and then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Will leave you with a picture of  a gate  built incorrectly.  The long brace should be coming from the lower hinge up. You can  see  the long brace is done opposite so those two  pieces   going from the lower hinge up may  look pretty  but  structurally they do nothing.  I have added a picture of a gate  built correctly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-5692974594485322052?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/5692974594485322052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=5692974594485322052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5692974594485322052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5692974594485322052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2012/01/mild-night.html' title='Mild Night'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PL7Y8KAfgKs/TxuV0rweuNI/AAAAAAAAAz0/QOY2iepCVw4/s72-c/gate.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-7000315755990192967</id><published>2012-01-18T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:21:34.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rgh4X5frz0/TxcpxkYNVYI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Are7mhxR65Q/s1600/2012%2BJanuary%2B17th%2Bsnow%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rgh4X5frz0/TxcpxkYNVYI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Are7mhxR65Q/s320/2012%2BJanuary%2B17th%2Bsnow%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699069785016194434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Awake at 6:30 i could already see the winter robins  feeding on the seed and the multiple suet cakes i have out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The wind is up and  the snow continues to beat down   on us. My sister is still here  helping  relieve the load  as i  am scared to death  of another painful attack .  I still have all my pain meds  given to me by the emergency doctor so if it does happen  i will have them  to get me threw .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I went out to my  horses and  got out there winter coats and both mares  took off , silly girls its to keep you warm.  Once back   in there walk in  barn  i got them  on  and  i am sure they are both grateful now.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Amber and Brady  just left  as it is Brady's birthday and  he wanted to see his pigs who are being boarded  here threw winter.  They  helped  both Nancy and  I  clear paths , smash  out ice and fill up the waters.  The water is freezing  over in  less then two hours  of putting it out there so I quickly came up behind and started feeding.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There  two kids came racing for the big house and melted into the blankets  so how could i  put them back out there again..so  i have a barricade  up and wish Mouse would stop charging it.  Truffles, Olive and Mouse please lay down and go to sleep for a while now.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I leave  you with a picture  i  only took a few weeks ago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-7000315755990192967?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/7000315755990192967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=7000315755990192967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7000315755990192967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7000315755990192967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-has-arrived.html' title='Winter Has Arrived'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rgh4X5frz0/TxcpxkYNVYI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Are7mhxR65Q/s72-c/2012%2BJanuary%2B17th%2Bsnow%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2035897984149294406</id><published>2012-01-17T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:03:28.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Stoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qqWq-03lJKs/TxW332PJ2tI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/BmuHbKRBJNo/s1600/2012%2BJanuary%2B17th%2Bsnow%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qqWq-03lJKs/TxW332PJ2tI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/BmuHbKRBJNo/s320/2012%2BJanuary%2B17th%2Bsnow%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698663073586993874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Friday at work i had to leave at noon as  the pain  in my side had be doubled over. Never in my  life  have i ever had  that kind of pain and  can pretty well push threw anything  but  i couldn't stand more then  20 minutes. I got home and  took to the couch .. i could relieve the pain  by drawing my legs  up while resting on the couch.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Saturday Roxane and Nick arrived  and pushed threw the 1 1/2 ft of snow here to clear paths , de-ice water tubs and top up waters and  then feed the pigs. I stayed on the couch  and started  writing out a log book  on  how to feed  every one here. Then  Roxane took  me into town as  i was unable to get into my doctors we went to a walk in clinic.  The doctor there  thought it was a kidney or bladder stone and while he  was telling me the  pain  is comparable to child birth  i was  thinking  i knew all about  stones as  i did extensive research  for Willy for years  when he was crippled by this same ailment  when he was  here.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sunday  i had a decent rest and  felt good so  i was up as Roxane had returned and  i did some menial stuff while Roxane tackled the waters again. She fed and medicated  all the animals before she went home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday  i got up and  took an hour here , looked on Craig List for a snow removal guy and  then went out to  feed the horses.  The pain returned and  normally i would sit down and it would leave but not this time so i came in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour of brutal pain that i could  not push down  i called Carol who  told me she was  going to come and get me. I hung up the phone  not able to wait  and called 911 for an ambulance.  Carol got here before they did so off too emergency we went .  I can't begin to tell you  the incredible unbearable pain i was in. It took me to my knees and  i was throwing up as  my body reacted to the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all day in emergency  being given rounds of morphine..thank  God i drifted  off to sleep and away from the pain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor there too thought  it was a stone but the xray didn't show  that but did show some sort of cyst  on something as  i was still out of it when  he told me .. i can't/don't want to  believe that  what i wet threw  yesterday  could  hit me again  so  am waiting for the specialist to return  my call this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister stayed over night and is out there in now 2 ft of snow  doing what i should be doing for the kids here .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for  good friends and family under brutal weather conditions coming to  my  rescue as well  to the animals here .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2035897984149294406?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2035897984149294406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2035897984149294406' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2035897984149294406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2035897984149294406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-stoned.html' title='Getting Stoned'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qqWq-03lJKs/TxW332PJ2tI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/BmuHbKRBJNo/s72-c/2012%2BJanuary%2B17th%2Bsnow%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-4168480945483813449</id><published>2012-01-07T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T09:12:59.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NDYj4lwH50/Twhsa7aZELI/AAAAAAAAAzE/9sSrP3uIutE/s1600/Lenny%2Bsmile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NDYj4lwH50/Twhsa7aZELI/AAAAAAAAAzE/9sSrP3uIutE/s320/Lenny%2Bsmile.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694920938690777266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well  we have started off  with a bang as supporters  from all over  the world have really  rescued us right back. WEE were in a ton of trouble  with me not being able to find  work  but WEE are back on track. I  borrowed a ton of cash to get us threw and  thanks to my Mom as well for  writing those cheques month after month  for the mortgage. So many wonderful donations came in  for Christmas and add up big time , big donations in memory of two great dogs and another amazing one from  two awesome freinds  in Ontario who have  supported us since 2001.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With  our Pub Night being a huge success , WEE have half  filled the  new hay shed with hay and won't have to worry about that for a few months here.  Its still incomplete and a ton more finishing touches  but is working out great so far. I need to get some  more pallets  but in the mean time  we still  need a working space inside to provide a covered area  for  the balance of the work needing to be done.  I still need Sherman's  paddock  fixed and  stepping up from the  horses side to get hay  is a tad hard to muster the strength after  working  hard all day. I need to figure out stairs there or get that fence removed  so  i can  get to it easier from the other side now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Amber and Brady's  two pigs are still being boarded  here as  winter is  no time to be moving and  so  this  goes for the rest of the world  too and  finding  accommodations is limited at best , especially when you have two pigs. I sure don't mind  the surprise dinners as  they are really a nice  young couple.  Last  night Amber was  here with a vegan sushi and  i got home late and fed the kids even later but a really nice evening.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In our third winter here now as  we moved here in Dec of 2009  and  with the support we have received, the fundraisers , the B.C. Corrections work crew, the grant we received from The Vancouver Foundation and  of course our rocking volunteers  we have really accomplished so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yet the thing is  when   your a caregiver  and doing rescue work  it is an on going quest to do better , help more and find a way to accomplish it all. I try really hard too  be happy with  how much  we all have done here so far as  the set up is so  great but i always fall back  on  how it could be better for them  if i just could this done or that added and like any women  we all want it done now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For this morning  though all i ask is for it  to hold off raining until we can get our work done and  so the pigs can enjoy there time out when i am home.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I leave you  with a picture of Lenny  that Karena sent me . Lenny is one of our and one of two  pigs that Karena adopted , clearly this pig is very happy and cozy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for  helping  is make it so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-4168480945483813449?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/4168480945483813449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=4168480945483813449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4168480945483813449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4168480945483813449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NDYj4lwH50/Twhsa7aZELI/AAAAAAAAAzE/9sSrP3uIutE/s72-c/Lenny%2Bsmile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2615869228156837450</id><published>2011-12-29T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:57:27.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popeye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1f9Z1L1asg/Tv0eG_OOyrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/IC3GitTwYlI/s1600/Popeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1f9Z1L1asg/Tv0eG_OOyrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/IC3GitTwYlI/s320/Popeye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691738609465346738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've been working at SAINTS for almost three weeks and  i am  enjoying it, i find myself eager  to get there and see  everyone and  get the work started.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My first day  i was being shown the chickens and  found  myself with Dionne  in the shops bathroom with a chicken  over the laundry tub  removing a poop ball with warm water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And  because each animal  there is not only a different species  but they  are unique in there own  rights.  Ziggy a little donkey, loves the cows and got the zoomies  when i let him go in with his cow herd tonight.  Chewy a little goat closes his eyes  when you  stroke  his soft fur.  Pete , another goat  can be sneaky and can fit threw the narrowest opening  if i don't get that gate closed. He has a built in natural smile, just like our pigs. Carl , the Llama does look at me like a predator anymore and has accepted my presence.  He no longer  walks the pasture  in front of me giving me his buck toothed evil  eye. And Ellie the first farm pig there is a Princess  but you should of seen her duking it out with Carl the other day.    A little frail goat  who i am told was such a brat when she was young, is now a shop goat  getting special care. She likes oatmeal cookies the best.    The horses sing to you when you  get there in the morning and open the barn doors.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day   i am there i learn  something new about someone  and  i watch over them  like a mother watching every one of her kids  to make sure they are okay. Hours and moments can change drastically when  looking after  special needs animals.                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know "they" say cows are dumb but let me share with you what i saw today. It was not a unicorn but he is to me. Popeye is but a very old white horse and was laying down much like the unicorn in this picture. A horse perhaps not long for this world and there a cow - holding her giant head into this old horses side was Emily. It was a gentle face pressing so lightly only just to make contact with her freind. And yet another giant of a cow pressing his nose to this horses nose was Percy. Were they comforting old Popeye ... were they saying we love you. It was truly one of the most endearing pictures that will forever be in my heart. I wish i had of had a camera , perhaps i will draw it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to add  that Popeye  was  not any better today even after the  new strong pain  meds  he was given.. tommorrow morning  he will  fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2615869228156837450?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2615869228156837450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2615869228156837450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2615869228156837450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2615869228156837450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/12/popeye.html' title='Popeye'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1f9Z1L1asg/Tv0eG_OOyrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/IC3GitTwYlI/s72-c/Popeye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-245044063696101843</id><published>2011-12-24T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:16:26.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0lUwCcwbsSw/TvascLmTQEI/AAAAAAAAAys/_ZtQ1zNEGuA/s1600/Christmas%2BPig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0lUwCcwbsSw/TvascLmTQEI/AAAAAAAAAys/_ZtQ1zNEGuA/s320/Christmas%2BPig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689924779378950210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well many of you must be wondering if i dropped off  from the face of the earth. Its been while since  i blogged as  its been a crazy  last few months. Projects  on going and  unfinished all the while  under a tremendous amount of stress with out being able to find work.  Thankfully  My Mom  covered the mortgage  here month after month  while i  kept believing everything would be okay.  Two weeks ago  i was at Moms  crying as  i was at the end of  my rope and  only a month  left  in the bank for the both the pigs and the  house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The phone rang and  it was Carol from SAINTS  also a rescue  who  gives  home to  senior animals  in need  with many cats and dogs and a barn full of farm animals. Her full time gal had given notice  and  asked if i  thought i could take it on.  Farm work  , 8 hours a day  Monday threw Friday scared the hell out of me as  it takes a huge amount of  physical strength  to do what i must do here.  Would there be anything left of me to care for my own when i got home?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its been  two weeks and  i survived, because  after the  first two days i thought i would die  LOL . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And today  only Roxane and  i were  out  here today  in the pouring rain trying  to do clean  up for the 45 aniamls here and  we were both  dragging our feet.  I am beat as i am sure Roxane is , but we managed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its Christmas and its been a ritual for years  that I shopped for the animals here for there  big Christmas feast  on top of getting gifts  for my family and  the my volunteers.   But  because of the financial crisis  WEE were  in , i will have to make it up to everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But  Christmas  not about things ,  its about love  and  there is plenty of that to go around here.  And  the cupboard is not bare as we have been provided for and  we give our thanks !   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Blessing to all my freinds and wishing you all a very Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-245044063696101843?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/245044063696101843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=245044063696101843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/245044063696101843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/245044063696101843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0lUwCcwbsSw/TvascLmTQEI/AAAAAAAAAys/_ZtQ1zNEGuA/s72-c/Christmas%2BPig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-8781888523184164683</id><published>2011-11-11T15:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:02:29.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUB NIGHT DEC 16th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ1J_aXa22w/Tr2pFMObE9I/AAAAAAAAAyg/FwQ92tXq1M8/s1600/pub%2Bnight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ1J_aXa22w/Tr2pFMObE9I/AAAAAAAAAyg/FwQ92tXq1M8/s320/pub%2Bnight.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673877012202853330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short Blog Post  or what!!!!!!!!!   Trying to get newsletter ready and    ready for year end   tax receipts for all the donations we received this  year !!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can join us!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-8781888523184164683?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/8781888523184164683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=8781888523184164683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8781888523184164683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8781888523184164683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/11/pub-night-dec-16th.html' title='PUB NIGHT DEC 16th'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ1J_aXa22w/Tr2pFMObE9I/AAAAAAAAAyg/FwQ92tXq1M8/s72-c/pub%2Bnight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-9069506715479280007</id><published>2011-10-02T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:08:22.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k3Zd3l0S58A/TojSvtDGbMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/bmG5D99200Q/s1600/kisses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k3Zd3l0S58A/TojSvtDGbMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/bmG5D99200Q/s320/kisses.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659004648779312322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAmeN21jr9E/TojPJnaeSAI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ugG8CIDDge4/s1600/2011%2BSept%2B19%2Brain%2Band%2B%2Bditches%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAmeN21jr9E/TojPJnaeSAI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ugG8CIDDge4/s320/2011%2BSept%2B19%2Brain%2Band%2B%2Bditches%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659000695896819714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYEncwqNgLY/TojPJc3G7nI/AAAAAAAAAxY/fPYJXHJ0AhY/s1600/2011%2BSept%2B10%2B%2Bkasuns%2Bbirthday%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYEncwqNgLY/TojPJc3G7nI/AAAAAAAAAxY/fPYJXHJ0AhY/s320/2011%2BSept%2B10%2B%2Bkasuns%2Bbirthday%2B011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659000693064134258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPKdkMHbE5I/TojPJKZV53I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ipDn1aKNRbU/s1600/SPCA%2Bpigs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPKdkMHbE5I/TojPJKZV53I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ipDn1aKNRbU/s320/SPCA%2Bpigs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659000688107448178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I  was just sitting down  by the pond  having a cup of coffee and  enjoying  my quiet time but alas my  mind races.  So  why not  put those thoughts to my blog and  up date my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The  intended  hay storage, quarantine and volunteer shelter  we won the funds to build  from The Vancouver Foundation  is not going as planned. The job  was to start July  25th and  even that was a month from  my meeting with  my friend and carpenter.  Getting our  hay  for winter and at a good price  is long gone and  with  only three walls  up,  and not  designed the way i wanted it  by late September my patience popped.  He will not be back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I  got three days  of work  in last week and  that has been my  only income  in over a month now. Mom is helping me pay the mortgage with the little she can afford   on a pension.  Resumes go out daily   here .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pam and Dave were down  picking up there son  to bring back to Sorrento   so  we  were fortunate to spend  a few  days  together again  and spent the nights   talking about pigs  to  the WEE  hours.   They brought there helpful  hands and  a carload  of buckets filled  to the brims with  apples.   Dave  took a look  at the build so far  on the shed and between us   he drew  out  what i needed and wanted.  He has offered to come  back down    to  do the build  , how so very kind of them.  I just hope   they are not reeling back home  with there own  projects to finish before  there much harsher winters, I don't  want to ask too much from such wonderful friends.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; B.C. Corrections  finished  up the drainage at the front and  it has really  kept the areas free of standing water, yay!!  All the guys  wear a red uniform, decked out in red pants , t-shirts and caps.   The cook gets the stove going first thing  and  macaroni and  fried baloney  is in the wind.   So when i came out wearing red joggers they all laughed as  i was almost dressed like them.  The next thing you  know  one of the guys is walking toward me with a red t shirt to put on.  Ten guys  waiting for me to  put it  on  had to be told " i'm not putting in on in front of you"  This  of course brought  guilty laughter so off to the house  i went  and  put it on and then came outside  asking  "wheres  my baloney?" .  We all had a few laughs that day.   And no , i'm not afraid of these guys  there all polite  and  very much  gentlemen  when they are here.  And they work hard!   Too bad  they didn't have any  inmate carpenters on there crew at this time.  ;o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A young couple  moving here from Alberta   with there two pig kids in tow  are  in between  housing  so  the babies are here much to everyone's delight.  There complete  time wasters as   you can  sit and watch babies all day  as they  are so full of life  as  they explore  there big new world here.  And of course as cute  as a dickens.   And Amber and Brady are  really a very nice couple  and have already   contacted  one of the pubs in town to do a pub night for us.  More YAYS!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday  was a busy day  as  we all worked  to clean up the  Sanctuary.  All the pools  have been collected and  need to be put away  for the season.  Roxanne   is one awesome volunteer and  friend and  she didn't leave here until almost 5 last night.   I should of just fed the pigs dinner before i came in but I hadn't eaten all day and  was whooped.  So  i took a  break  and ate   and then went back  out and  got back in about 9.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today we  had visitors  all the way from North Vancouver  and i know they  had a good time.   So cute the way they gifted up  two baskets of goodies for the pigs  and even some apple juice for our Penny.  Fresh tomatoes , crackers and popcorn  they didn't miss  a pigs favorites.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My  boss called  me  but immediately  told me he didn't have any work for me  but they  had a crab apple tree  and wanted to  come out this morning and bring the kids.   Come on over and  they did arriving  with   two huge tubs full of  granny smith apples!  Grandma came with them at 89  years   and talked about the feral pigs  she  saw  in  the forests of Germany where she grew up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Funny  how life is   as i was just saying on facebook  we  never get  goodies from  folks apple trees or gardens and  they would prefer it  to rot on the ground then to give it to us to feed pigs.  I have a good weeks  worth  and more off apples   in storage now  , this is such a huge savings at 16.00 a case here in town.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh and Roxane  came after work  one night with  a friend  and a van full of apple and  plum tree's.   So while  they dug and planted,  Dave went around and  wired them  to protect them from the pigs.    It may take a few years  before they  produce   but one day  the kids  will find  there own treasures  as they used  too  before moving here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now really the best part of today started off with feeding the pigs donated  fancy bread and underneath  a pile of raisin bread  was a lemon pie.  How can  one divide a pie and who would get it??   DYLAN   was so cute and so very happy  diving into that pie and i hope  Amber and Brady share those pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Two weeks ago  was a hoot as Kasun  wanted to  have his  birthday shared with the pigs here and  brought a huge vegan cake  with the words "Pigs like Cake too"  on it.  We all shared a piece and sang him  happy birthday and then he  went around with his Mom and spoon fed  his cake  to every  pig here. Now that was a ton of fun, we all had such a great time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In between  the jam packed  days here  are two pigs  in Kelowna  who will be moving to Duncan  on the island.  Thanks to Jean over there  doing the home check  for these  fosters who hopefully  will  adopt.   And  a 700 lb pig  call  needing to get  off the callers property , a message  is  left  but the call is not returned  and the next thing you  know  someone else is calling  asking me  to come over and access there new  700 pig captured  by the SPCA  out of a river out here.  Another  email comes in  about two more and  they are big pigs too we must  find them a good home at least we know  they won't end up  in a river.  I will share a picture  here of where they were , this person   thought pigs liked mud and the excrement they were laying in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why  does this world  think so little of pigs?  They are no different from  your cats who  love to lay  on fresh  laundry , they  like clean  too.  They  relish  in soft cozy nest of  hay  or  a cozy bed  like our dogs do.  There heads will come down to your leg and  hold themselves there like our horse do.  And pigs  give good kisses too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-9069506715479280007?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/9069506715479280007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=9069506715479280007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/9069506715479280007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/9069506715479280007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/10/coffee-time.html' title='Coffee Time'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k3Zd3l0S58A/TojSvtDGbMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/bmG5D99200Q/s72-c/kisses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-1924456594591924601</id><published>2011-09-08T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T15:53:30.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Wants Us To  Move This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJfGz7D-Z3U/TmlHA2coIoI/AAAAAAAAAxI/RajR1BvxR1U/s1600/2011%2BSept%2B4th%2B%2Bhay%2Bstorage%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJfGz7D-Z3U/TmlHA2coIoI/AAAAAAAAAxI/RajR1BvxR1U/s320/2011%2BSept%2B4th%2B%2Bhay%2Bstorage%2B023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650125287454155394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_GRGO62U8E/TmlHAwAI9MI/AAAAAAAAAxA/zEIoGptwKMQ/s1600/2011%2BSept%2B4th%2B%2Bhay%2Bstorage%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_GRGO62U8E/TmlHAwAI9MI/AAAAAAAAAxA/zEIoGptwKMQ/s320/2011%2BSept%2B4th%2B%2Bhay%2Bstorage%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650125285724058818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bAaU4V2a8w/TmlHAsI6c4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/-J87zm8JNOk/s1600/2011%2BSept%2B4th%2B%2Bhay%2Bstorage%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bAaU4V2a8w/TmlHAsI6c4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/-J87zm8JNOk/s320/2011%2BSept%2B4th%2B%2Bhay%2Bstorage%2B024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650125284687115138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vancouver Foundation's  awarded Grant for our hay storage , shelter and storage  has  started to  be  put to work now.  I ordered a load of gravel/dirt for my carpenter   to use to level  the area .  The left overs will be be moved  to areas   in the piggy paddocks  for  dry footing   in  our winter weather.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene has been  back and forth a few times with truck loads of wood and  more will be needed as  we go here.  Justin laid out the gravel and  Rene started framing in the floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And  true to  my women hood  when i saw how it was placed I wanted it moved.  Rene,  i am sure wanted to shoot me  but   with the help of Kasun and his two brothers Kamil and Shev who arrived the following day   we all moved  it and now it is perfect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course  now that we moved it  there was gravel   left  where the floor isn't anymore  and enter Justin  who arrived to help move it  again.  Geeshhhhhhh  women!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today  was a GREAT day,  Justin arrived   to  help  with that gravel  and  by the time he got here i had already done the barn and  had picked up the manure around it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a freezer in the basement   i  never wanted and saw someone on Craig list looking for one.  With Justin's help  and Martin removing the doors    they got it out and  yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy its gone finally!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour or so later Diane arrived to trim  my horses and  both girls  were so good for there hoof trim.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just as we were finishing  Lee arrived with a car load of fancy  bread for the pigs and five boxes of  big tomatoes for the pigs.  YUM!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After getting lee  unloaded and on  her way  i  started to do the waters for  all the pigs  , filled up wallows   and Justin  moved the gravel  to some uneven   areas under the mats for the horses in the barn and used the rest  to create a  ramp  up for them .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Can it get any better then this?  It has been  non  stop  all day here and   i can't be  happier !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-1924456594591924601?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/1924456594591924601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=1924456594591924601' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1924456594591924601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1924456594591924601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/09/she-wants-us-to-move-this.html' title='She Wants Us To  Move This?'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJfGz7D-Z3U/TmlHA2coIoI/AAAAAAAAAxI/RajR1BvxR1U/s72-c/2011%2BSept%2B4th%2B%2Bhay%2Bstorage%2B023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-3045354060438187689</id><published>2011-08-28T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T08:32:08.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria Yard Sale!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ysPQnTIS7Qg/Tlpci4v5aqI/AAAAAAAAAww/p67YeLjLeW8/s1600/Jenn%2527s%2Bgarage%2Bsale%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ysPQnTIS7Qg/Tlpci4v5aqI/AAAAAAAAAww/p67YeLjLeW8/s320/Jenn%2527s%2Bgarage%2Bsale%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645926837280926370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJQwWn-DLOM/Tlpcig1joCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/skrpgEw8MOo/s1600/Jenn%2527s%2Bgarage%2Bsale%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJQwWn-DLOM/Tlpcig1joCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/skrpgEw8MOo/s320/Jenn%2527s%2Bgarage%2Bsale%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645926830862213154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lost in the chicken  catch and  landfill pick   i am so late on sharing  this awesome fundraiser  put on for the pigs  100's of miles away from us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jenn an  all around  animal lover as her family and freinds pulled this together for us in Victoria  on Vancouver Island.  I  only wish  i could of attended  as I love  treasure hunting and  it looks  like a ton of treasures  were there to be had.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jean  also  there  adding treasures  , shopping  and manning a table she set up  for Hearts On Noses and  traveling from  Duncan!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jenn  and her Mom , Marie  not only  shared our story and  gathered  all these goodies  we also received  donations  on top of the $600.00 they raised there!!   WOW  in one day!!!!   Georgia  and  Lundyn,   nieces of Jenn  proves   love is hereditary   in this awesome animal loving family.     One day,   but weeks of hard work  gathering  the stuff , packing and sorting and  setting up is a ton of work !   The pigs and I can't thank you  all enough  as we so needed  this boost  in  our bank account.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-3045354060438187689?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/3045354060438187689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=3045354060438187689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3045354060438187689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3045354060438187689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/08/victoria-yard-sale.html' title='Victoria Yard Sale!!'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ysPQnTIS7Qg/Tlpci4v5aqI/AAAAAAAAAww/p67YeLjLeW8/s72-c/Jenn%2527s%2Bgarage%2Bsale%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-6129539920576355377</id><published>2011-08-12T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:13:45.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its About Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GH-QRiTCFIk/TkYWEwv-xCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/uO0sFxarMHI/s1600/pig%2Bbreakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GH-QRiTCFIk/TkYWEwv-xCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/uO0sFxarMHI/s320/pig%2Bbreakfast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640219854389560354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jTSAIb5VYVI/TkYWEtHiRiI/AAAAAAAAAwY/8RetMPn1c2g/s1600/picking%2Bwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jTSAIb5VYVI/TkYWEtHiRiI/AAAAAAAAAwY/8RetMPn1c2g/s320/picking%2Bwood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640219853414614562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuC3NG3ix2Q/TkYRGa9XxcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6-iI95nEBP0/s1600/2011%2BAugust%2B8%2Bagain%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuC3NG3ix2Q/TkYRGa9XxcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6-iI95nEBP0/s320/2011%2BAugust%2B8%2Bagain%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640214385341744578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VsMlfHDECM/TkYRGUanwTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ghpit6GBnHA/s1600/2011%2BAugust%2B8%2Bagain%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VsMlfHDECM/TkYRGUanwTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ghpit6GBnHA/s320/2011%2BAugust%2B8%2Bagain%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640214383585378610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htnGRKL_034/TkYQ6bxz4aI/AAAAAAAAAwA/LxVVZ6sZasc/s1600/2011%2BAugust%2B8%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htnGRKL_034/TkYQ6bxz4aI/AAAAAAAAAwA/LxVVZ6sZasc/s320/2011%2BAugust%2B8%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640214179403260322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rdASNvS8d_4/TkYQ6EZALCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/GRFiyzu2lHY/s1600/2011%2BAugust%2B8%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rdASNvS8d_4/TkYQ6EZALCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/GRFiyzu2lHY/s320/2011%2BAugust%2B8%2B011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640214173125192738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wDcRQoi4P-w/TkYQ6OVvUDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pAz-Kmg8bPU/s1600/2011%2BAugust%2B8%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wDcRQoi4P-w/TkYQ6OVvUDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pAz-Kmg8bPU/s320/2011%2BAugust%2B8%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640214175795859506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gads where does the time go!!! Its already getting darker earlier and I am still looking for work yet trying to get drainage done and a shed built!! Our $5000.00 Grant money is on the way from the Vancouver Foundation but the days are racing by with none of those projects started. My carpenter was away for a while and was to start last month so I postponed ordering gravel and commencing the drainage issues as I didn't want all that mountain of rock in his way here. I can't waste any more time and have reached out to B.C. Corrections to see when the crew can come here and get going on that project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending out resumes , re vamping it .. packing copies in my truck and handing them out even. Must seem weird for me to worry about money when I have $5000.00 coming in but that money cannot be used to pay the mortgage here!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet my days are filled with hours of work on here and outside and it just seems never ending , one worry down and on to the 50 worries ahead of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost count of how many times I stopped back at where those chickens were dumped . And I retrieved two potted plants sent over the edge there as I guess its in my nature to save things and I couldn't save the chickens so I will save the flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a good deal on sheds on Craig List and I asked for a quote on buying one , two and three maybe and better if we bought more. I shared the note with Roxanne and that wonderful girl offered to pay for all of them. And then when I got an email from the builder that he needed more for them now ..a $1000.00 more . Are you kidding me?? So that all got put on the back burner as I turned my attention to getting educated on the net about ditch digging and measuring out the ditches needed ,draw it out , where they would go, tie into, drain off too , figuring out how much I would need if the ditch was 14x 20 and then get prices on gravel, drainage pipe and there goes another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we were allowed to go to the dump Roxanne and I set up the tent I had here so we had somewhere dry to put all of our pickings. It was all in pieces and we were so tired from the week before and working hard all day in the rain on the pigs paddocks. It was a brain teaser for sure and my remark of " I don't like this game " sent us into hysterically laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very lucky when Roxanne came into my life as she is game to work like I do here and will tackle any challenge. Last Saturday after three of us did all the pigs paddocks and the horses Rox and I headed to Roses house. The front end of that house was not level and leaning forward and one of the walls was buckled opened. We nailed it back together and added a few strapping boards across and then we lifted that house and put two more blocks under it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts On Noses is getting good exposure on the net thanks to Facebook and the work I am doing for pigs in the USA. With that brings emails of pigs needing new homes and it took me three days to place two pigs in New Hampshire and one in New York. Pulling to all together long distance took so many hours on here to make sure the pigs were going to great homes and checking them all out. Normally I would just forward those messages on to other Sanctuaries in there State but both families had been turned down and were desperate. A few pictures on Facebook along with the pigs bio and I had good homes offered by some really great friends on there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice article in the local paper this past Tuesday , our first one since relocating here Dec 2009. And the day after CBC Early morning show called and I did a 6 minute radio interview at 6am in the morning. And then someone sent me a link and our little article was on the Province website as well?? So far no calls of support or volunteers and no donations from the exposure but lets hope something does come of it all for the pigs here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom is 88 and still drives and will come out here every other week to spend two days here. Same day B.C. Tel arrived to run new lines and while talking to that crew Mom told me a cousin and a friend were popping by. After a very long tour and one they really enjoyed as it last four hours my cousin said to me " if this is what makes me happy". I have had this said to me before and I really have to gather my thoughts for this one as I am at a loss of how to reply to that. In my mind I am reeling and thinking ARE YOU NUTS!!!!!!! Did you think I wanted to work my ass of 24/7 have no life to save other peoples pigs they HAD to have and won't make one sacrifice in there lives to make it work but expect me to do it !!! Having to listen to the freaking excuses people make such as "we can never leave to go on trips" when I can't even leave to go out for dinner??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calm my mind and tell a story instead " to see a pig like Panda buck and spin in pure joy when he realizes he is no longer imprisoned like he was before we rescued him as he realizes he can come and go from his house into his yard anytime he wants , that is what makes me happy". To see him roll in happiness in his simple bed of hay and for him to know there will not be rats crawling all over him and chewing on his ears and tail. For him to know there will be good food presented to him twice a day. In other words what I should of said to her was "this is not about my happiness" . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a 12 year old pig on my mind now that cannot go with his family to there new place and two pigs who will be boarded here for a month while that family awaits the availability of there new home. A pig in New York no longer wanted. A Dog run donated but in Coquitlam that needs to find a way here . Materials to order , wood to count so I know what we have. Pond bugs who emerge from the pond as dragon fly’s who can't get out from the net and I better get off here as we have a big day here tomorrow with little help to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the weather is with us and  the mud is behind us for a while. The pigs are  all enjoying there days laying in the sun and cooling off  in  pools or wallows.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-6129539920576355377?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/6129539920576355377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=6129539920576355377' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6129539920576355377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6129539920576355377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-about-them.html' title='Its About Them'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GH-QRiTCFIk/TkYWEwv-xCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/uO0sFxarMHI/s72-c/pig%2Bbreakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-4745684349565775511</id><published>2011-07-23T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T13:43:38.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickens  Are Not  Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sMvCgiReS0/TjW-dD2s6iI/AAAAAAAAAvo/X1HJHw2CCnE/s1600/Chicken%2BForest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sMvCgiReS0/TjW-dD2s6iI/AAAAAAAAAvo/X1HJHw2CCnE/s320/Chicken%2BForest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635619915184269858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a  Grant  from the Vancouver Foundation my  mind  is filled with gathering help and materials to stretch the $5000.00.  Note  this money can  only be spent on the projects we requested it for. Drainage,  shelter and storage. So  a letter went off  to the landfill asking for permission  to  pick  the site for usable lumber, I was given permission  to be on site  for 4 days  at 8am every morning  and wearing all the appropriate  safety gear.  My first morning   would be Tuesday as  i got in a few hours at the shop  on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Monday  coming home from work  i  pass by  a very rural stretch   and noticed a teeny rooster  at the side of the road. I turned  around and parked and counted  seven   birds  down below the incline. Three roosters  and three hens  along with a young baby. When  the big gold rooster saw me he lead  his flock further into the bush  so i came home  to seek  out  a game plan and the hows  on face book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The forest  here  is  lush, with a creak  running  in the back  of the  lush area , moss laden  ground with  majestic cedars and evergreens mixed in  with  others  in  various stages of   decay, toppled over by wind and  lightening strikes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From the road  to get down is about a  50 ft incline  and it is also where  more then one  passerby  has tossed over  there garbage. A discarded Tv is smashed   over and  frames the center of a tree stump.  There is glass everywhere , old tires ,  yard waste  and seven chickens.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The following day  Roxanne and I  picked  at the dump for five hours  and i was exhausted but i went back to the chicken site with a pail  of feed  ,  crates , dishes, water , string  and set my trap.  I  called out to these birds and  the young rooster came out  first , two roosters are missing.  I set the trap knowing  if they don't  go in during the day   i will have to  close it up at night so they don't get cornered  by wildlife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The  following day  the trap has been disturbed  , i see another feed pail.  This sets me back as   i didn't feed the birds  outside the trap  when i set it up. To eat they would have to go in.  Some one else  with a good heart  has fed the birds so i shut the door,i don't see the baby anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Roxanne has helped me two days in a row at the dump and  we were both  so tired.  Pulling pieces of plywood  from under  the weight of  tossed timber  is labor intensive but  we go into  hysterical laughter at the stupidest things because  we are so  giddy.  We are getting some good stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We return  to the dump  on Wednesday and  then I  go back  to  check  on the chickens.  I beg Roxanne  to come back with me after dinner  to see if we  can net the remaining birds. I  know chickens  will not move in the dark  but when we get  back there the young rooster is  up a tree . Two  hens   are settling in but  my attempt with the net failed and  they retreat into the bush. The pretty  little white  one with  feathers on her head  is back  alone in the bush.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the morning i push myself to return to the dump and  get home  and  unload then  return to the chickens. The white one is gone and so is the rooster.  I live  in the middle of bear country  but  i returned  that night  with a flashlight as the  two hens  had to be saved as something was getting them  and yet in the back of my  mind i  had hoped they returned  to where they came from and were not dumped.   But as  i went threw the bush  i saw the flutter of a huge wing span and not more then four feet in front of me  was an owl on top the rooster  that had been up the tree the night before.  I can't see the hens  and know  not to alert the owl  even if i did find them so i have no choice  but to leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Friday  is my last day at the dump and i am  wasted  but i don't stop with my load i go right to the chicken site without stopping  and  I can't see them  anywhere.  I  walked threw the bush for over an hour ,  i thought i heard them ..but  i don't think I will ever stop hearing them.   I went  back  later   before i fed the pigs dinner and    there was no sign of them.  Scattered feed   was untouched  so not even the wild birds dare  into this part of the forest now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I took  a sign with me  and put it up  on  a dead tree for all to read. "Shame  on who ever dumped  this chickens  here along with  the garbage. I tried to catch  them for a week, but the Owl was better at it then I was"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I  pulled all my  gear out of there  and cried all the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-4745684349565775511?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/4745684349565775511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=4745684349565775511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4745684349565775511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4745684349565775511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/07/chickens-are-not-trash.html' title='Chickens  Are Not  Trash'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sMvCgiReS0/TjW-dD2s6iI/AAAAAAAAAvo/X1HJHw2CCnE/s72-c/Chicken%2BForest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-3737918972816513649</id><published>2011-07-04T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:33:03.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAY!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAWYDJjEWOE/ThJpUJXEhAI/AAAAAAAAAvg/iT4JK2FRkBw/s1600/2011%2BJuly%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAWYDJjEWOE/ThJpUJXEhAI/AAAAAAAAAvg/iT4JK2FRkBw/s320/2011%2BJuly%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625674679370155010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My horses and I are very glad to see sunshine today as we hope  our hay farmers  will be able to get there  grass cut soon.   I have spent  a ton of money  on a ton of hay  my girls leave scattered  all over the pasture.  Of course   this last batch of hay bought is last years and  a ton  coarser  then what my girls need.  They are  on the back pasture  every other night and   the grass is rich here so they are a tad spoiled.  I can't let them  on it every day as  we need to share that grass with  the pigs too!! They  are on pasture but the grass is always greener  on the other side of the fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first load i brought home and put away was hauled back out again the next day and added to all the pigs sheds. Pretty expensive hay for bedding!!! The pigs pick  at it too so  it is all  good and   i hope this sunshine lasts a few more days  so i go buy  fresh hay for my girls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not much help down here so every day  i put in  long hours working outside.  Roxanne  gave up two days this long week-end to  help  here.  My washing machine  died so  she found a good one on Craig List  so  off we went to get  it Friday.  On the way back   i spotted a little  Scottish Terrier  on a mission   where he shouldn't be  so i pulled over and  grabbed him .   Not neutered but his tags  had his name and  number so the family was reunited back here a few hours later.   Harvey's family  were very happy and left with a gentle ear full  on getting him neutered and  a few horror stories to encourage them to  keep  him under better  guard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pools are out for the pigs  and more coming thanks to Roxanne finding a bargain on  ten  pink ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have had to  padlock the gates  when i leave  as stuff is  walking off  the property  to  my shock here.  Went to grab  one of those metal rakes  to spread  gravel and   not only did they take  one they took  the two that i had.  It has  to be someone  who i welcomed  threw those gates at one time  so it is  sickening to think they came back  only to steal from  the pigs when i am  out shopping for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good  note  i got to work another day  for the guys as Andre was sick and when i came home to  my  locked gates there were three huge bags of blankets left for them!  YAYYYYYYYY!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday  Flower  although timid  was a few feet away from me  when i  rounded the house  to get something.  I sat down in the sun  and suggested she  join me and if she did  I would tell her a story. Flower  came and laid down a few feet away from me  so after my story  i came in and grabbed  her a blanket.  I  look  at this picture and see a pretty pig who is  at peace   with her surroundings and  that  means the world to me  and washes these tired old bones away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-3737918972816513649?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/3737918972816513649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=3737918972816513649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3737918972816513649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3737918972816513649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/07/hay.html' title='HAY!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAWYDJjEWOE/ThJpUJXEhAI/AAAAAAAAAvg/iT4JK2FRkBw/s72-c/2011%2BJuly%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-7934129657022405557</id><published>2011-06-17T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T09:30:28.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Hoof Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1U4Rqs1WiHc/TftvEmpz_vI/AAAAAAAAAvY/apVU66UxAq4/s1600/2010%2BMarch%2B4%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1U4Rqs1WiHc/TftvEmpz_vI/AAAAAAAAAvY/apVU66UxAq4/s320/2010%2BMarch%2B4%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619207084960906994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few weeks ago a friend from the old neighborhood   stopped  me  as i was closing the front gates.  Diane  jogging by  was  telling me she  moved  too and was just around the corner from me.  The best part  was her offer  to donate  the trimming of  my horses  hooves!   My  horses haven't had  shoes on for years and either  has a saddle as  i just don't have time any  more  and  where we live is not an area of   open meadows  or safe accessible  trails.  And when  Dior  had her seizure  last  summer  it sort of clinched  that idea , although i do believe   that  was caused from sleep deprivation as she refused to  lay down  to rest   when we moved here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyhow   its always a  little uncomfortable to let  someone you  know and like  that  you won't be needing them for next trim, but  due to  my economic situation  the offer is too good to refuse .  And still  i was hesitant to book  the new appointment  as  would  Diane  be as good  as  the other  and  would she be as  nice to  my horses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dior  is  easy to  halter but Lacy is  a brat and can  give me the run around and  my gosh  it is really the only thing i ask them to do  any more  and that is to  accept the halter for trims every  6- 8 weeks . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tossed a  knitted  belt from a friend  over my neck  and used this  instead of giving the horses a heads  up by walking out with a halter. I got Dior  no problem and  Diane went to work .  Now Dior  has been refusing to lift a rear leg and  i do believe it is pain related  although  she gallops and tears  around here.  She gets down for a roll and   stretches out for a sleep   but there is something  going on with her  hip or back  as she backs  up awkward .   Anyhow Diane   persisted   she would do her  whether  she picked up her foot or not and she did.   She dug around the ground  where that hoof  was planted and  exposed  the hoof and Dior finally got that foot trimmed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lacy  is  a challenge and  she went to walk away from me  but this time   as she took a few steps and for one second stopped  this is where  i  called out GOOD Girl  and low and behold  she planted her stop and   i  got the  halter on her  in seconds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While  trimming Lacy  and  sharing her story with Diane she was about to  finish   one hoof  when  Lacy  nickered  into  my hands.  Never  in our lives together has she done this and for a second  it felt like a ghost of an old friend must of been standing right next to her  because  it was so  loving.  A response to Diane's work  which  is  a different style , i don't now  but  it was  wonderful.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.d2bbhoofcare.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Not sure why the link  doesn't  show you  on  my blog as  it does   in my edit .  Diane Kubas and her email address is &lt;br /&gt;hooffetish@yahoo.com.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is the link to Diane's website and  i can 't  tell you  what  an amazing experience for two  loved horses  and  how a routine  trim  was not so routine after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-7934129657022405557?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/7934129657022405557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=7934129657022405557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7934129657022405557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7934129657022405557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/06/natural-hoof-care.html' title='Natural Hoof Care'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1U4Rqs1WiHc/TftvEmpz_vI/AAAAAAAAAvY/apVU66UxAq4/s72-c/2010%2BMarch%2B4%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-341449505157111325</id><published>2011-06-12T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T07:51:13.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Is Shining!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUwrfnuxnqw/TfTSXEHXtjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/5TZk0T1Nx3Q/s1600/Rocko%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUwrfnuxnqw/TfTSXEHXtjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/5TZk0T1Nx3Q/s320/Rocko%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617345928921331250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mx9p-vyN4wQ/TfTRX1sRsbI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_4e3p5lcXNk/s1600/2011%2BJune%2B5%2Blater%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mx9p-vyN4wQ/TfTRX1sRsbI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_4e3p5lcXNk/s320/2011%2BJune%2B5%2Blater%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617344842717835698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLDtbR-F4B8/TfTRXhrq20I/AAAAAAAAAvA/rwDrvJNKfbU/s1600/2011%2BJune%2B5%2Bagain%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLDtbR-F4B8/TfTRXhrq20I/AAAAAAAAAvA/rwDrvJNKfbU/s320/2011%2BJune%2B5%2Bagain%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617344837346581314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWnzAxLrb7I/TfTRXj9aNLI/AAAAAAAAAu4/_nctS7beRwg/s1600/2011%2BJune%2B5%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWnzAxLrb7I/TfTRXj9aNLI/AAAAAAAAAu4/_nctS7beRwg/s320/2011%2BJune%2B5%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617344837957858482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The mud  is finally drying up and is being replaced by  lush green grass.  The birds  are  singing  and  even the fish are enjoying the warmth of the sun. The frogs are chirping and  croaking the night away and i actually just had to stop typing here for a minute to   remove one that somehow   was in between  my  open patio doors.  A little tree frog  is now  hopping  away  from  his glass prison.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The pools are out for the pigs and the  horses  are splashing away   at there water tank.  The wallow  is already   being  used  by the pigs  to cool off  in and keep biting bugs away.  I will have to  pull out the fly masks for the  horses  now and the  sunscreen  for  my white pigs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Reports  trickle  in  from  time to time from  our  pig families   who adopted   from us and all the kids are doing great. Pam and Dave  who  have now  added  the fifth to there herd  tell us   they were  in the basement  and heard the pitter patter of little feet  upstairs.  Rocko  one of the two  they saved end of last summer  trotted  up the pig ramp and came into the house all by his self.   Now this may sound  odd  to a dog family , but for a pig  to do this is indeed a day for celebration.   Scary ramps  and unfamiliar smells  keep a  pig timid  but safe for  this pray species.  So  when  Rocko was found in  the 'big house'  he was  rewarded  with many treats  in  hopes  he repeats  his visit again soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cassandra  has a huge  swelling over her eye and  we hope that  meds  will bring down  what we hope is an abscess,  if not off to the vet she will go.  She is a little pig and a senior one  so   putting her under is  something i will try and  avert if at all possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tuskers  also a senior pig  is showing signs of arthritic changes  and  is on  pain killers now .  I need an army   of help here  soon  as i need that shed  lowered  to make it easier for him  to  walk out now.  A load  of wood chips  would also help  out  by raising the land around  the shed ,  so what ever comes first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Penny still needs  my help but  i have never seen her tail wag so much   before.  Every day   i  drop the holding pen over her and   help her  out and  we are good for another 12-24 hours.  The tumours  are getting bigger and  it is more difficult for  me  but  her pretty face  removes  what we see  from  her  behind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well i better get out there and  get the pigs apples ready for breakfast.  I don't normally feed apples  in the morning   but  with this warm weather  produce will not last as long in my shed . And it is a perfect  meal  as it is a juicy treat  to start out there day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-341449505157111325?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/341449505157111325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=341449505157111325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/341449505157111325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/341449505157111325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/06/sun-is-shining.html' title='The Sun Is Shining!'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUwrfnuxnqw/TfTSXEHXtjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/5TZk0T1Nx3Q/s72-c/Rocko%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2713539181588095142</id><published>2011-05-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T10:28:21.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Saying..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6unMTIrdc-I/TdvZDouHQpI/AAAAAAAAAus/wdjaraaATEU/s1600/casa%2Band%2Bboots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6unMTIrdc-I/TdvZDouHQpI/AAAAAAAAAus/wdjaraaATEU/s320/casa%2Band%2Bboots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610316417313751698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8agoTVvlfhM/TdvZDRtmRcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/-ypIHbITX6Q/s1600/bby%2Bpathfinders%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8agoTVvlfhM/TdvZDRtmRcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/-ypIHbITX6Q/s320/bby%2Bpathfinders%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610316411137574338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M5bC0B7RJTw/TdvZC-XwtMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/JKbP3_KMPpg/s1600/bby%2Bpathfinders%2B2011%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M5bC0B7RJTw/TdvZC-XwtMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/JKbP3_KMPpg/s320/bby%2Bpathfinders%2B2011%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610316405945709762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hPBEv6RYZY/TdvZCN_G3eI/AAAAAAAAAuU/T2zVxLBWTm4/s1600/bby%2Bpathfinders%2B2011%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hPBEv6RYZY/TdvZCN_G3eI/AAAAAAAAAuU/T2zVxLBWTm4/s320/bby%2Bpathfinders%2B2011%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610316392957402594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gads  its been forever  since i last posted here or  even  looked  at any one's  blogs. And i  am behind at least a month  in  emails , have  year end to do and my office is a mess again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I really haven't had a break  for over two weeks  here as the guys called me back to the shop to cover  for Andre who is  taking a two week course. It was  far busier  then  it was   when i was there part time and  hope  they can bring me back.  The search for work continues and  yet the phone is not ringing. There are so many   looking for work the competition is  fierce and  with the kids out of school makes  it even tougher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Volunteers  have been  down and  every Saturday for the last 3 weeks  has  left me alone with  either my sister or  with  Josh , a grade 9 student.  Thankfully  he  returned on Mothers Day to help me for a few hours as he alerted  me to the flood in the basement.  So much for my two weeks wage as half of it was spent before i even started  as the sump pump packed it in.  But we pailed for four hours and saved the furnace  so it could of been a ton worse.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Burnaby Pathfinders returned  for a Sunday work out and as usual there smiles lite up  both the pigs and mine day.  They planted a few privacy  bushes for me,  swept the driveway, helped load the truck for a dump run, fixed fences  and picked up  manure from the horses pasture.  The highlight for me  is  wrap  up  time   when the kids  race in all directions   to the  animals they have connected with  to hand out love and goodies.  Great  bunch of girls and  of course reflects the Team Leaders .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Donations are down,  we have lost quite a few sponsors and we are desperate for fundraisers.  I boldly  have been asking if anyone can help us , put out a donation tin or hold a bottle drive or car wash for us.   My  money  is gone  and with no job and  no unemployment insurance  we are  in trouble.  I repeat  my mantra "we will be okay, we will be okay".. A huge sum has been spent and my  money  has run out  that  I took out   to carry  us all threw this  move and rebuild.   Not being able to find work   was  inconceivable as  surely   the economy would be better   by now I thought. UGHHHHHHHHHH   The pigs  have money for feed and vetting   it is my contribution of the mortgage  etc that is  in trouble.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could  add a blurb  on any  networking sources you have the pigs and  I would appreciate it.   If anyone could hold a carwash   or bottle drive or  put a tin out   it would really help carry us until I find  work!!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The work  doesn't stop however and the countless emails  asking for advice  with  behavior is mixed in with pigs needing new homes.  And we were here for another little one last week  who  was picked up by Pam and Dave from Sorrento again.  One little house pig has taken over  her new  home already, has experienced her first mud wallow and has crawled into the hearts of my friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The birds have returned and  i took time out yesterday to watch the Swallows for a few minutes.  This is a bird  who loves to fly. If you have a minute stop and  watch them as  they   play  on the wind and you will see what i see.  The Robins and  Chickadees are forever on a mission seeking out food  or a place to nest. The Swallows of course are  on the same mission but take delight in  the freedom of   flight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hearts On Noses has an article  in a Polish publication this month  so  if anyone can translate the article for me  by even reading it out loud to me   drop me a line!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2713539181588095142?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2713539181588095142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2713539181588095142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2713539181588095142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2713539181588095142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-saying.html' title='Just Saying..'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6unMTIrdc-I/TdvZDouHQpI/AAAAAAAAAus/wdjaraaATEU/s72-c/casa%2Band%2Bboots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-1549949485372943205</id><published>2011-04-24T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T09:06:55.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Easter Wrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoOY0Qx-f3E/TbRKSqq9pJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ZW-KITAR_AI/s1600/Pam%2Blove%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoOY0Qx-f3E/TbRKSqq9pJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ZW-KITAR_AI/s320/Pam%2Blove%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599181921280959634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzJoh_S4z3Q/TbRKSYkaPbI/AAAAAAAAAuE/G43B-s3skvE/s1600/Pam%2Blove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzJoh_S4z3Q/TbRKSYkaPbI/AAAAAAAAAuE/G43B-s3skvE/s320/Pam%2Blove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599181916421635506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjlz_Vc6bcE/TbRKSVmQD9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Bz7AnctabUY/s1600/Comet%2Bambasader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjlz_Vc6bcE/TbRKSVmQD9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Bz7AnctabUY/s320/Comet%2Bambasader.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599181915624050642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long week-ends are normally pretty quiet and volunteers are busy with family and get aways. So Saturday morning when 9 am arrived and no one was here i wasn't surprised. As i got off this chair to get out there and feed the horses and then the pigs , there was a car out front!!! Carly and Sam had arrived and got to work right away. A few minutes later Erica and her boyfriend arrived here as first timers and that was a great surprise. Next came Carolyne our bunny loving friend and we were rocking out there!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a crazy month it has been for weather , i woke up to snow covering the Grass one morning and by noon sunny and beautiful. Which was the case when Pam m from Sorrento came to visit. We didn't work our visit away this time we spent time talking past midnight and petting and treating the pigs all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne was away but remember our garage sale? She brought us a ton of great stuff and one of the bags she arrived with , while i was digging in i was so excited! She started to explain she had bagged these all up and that we might get so much a bag for them. HAZELNUTS .. oh my i couldn't help myself to say "pigs love hazelnuts" !!! So when Pam was here all the pigs were treated with those and hey Rocky your Panda Man crunches them down too!!! For a pig who couldn't eat an apple when he arrived he sure has come a long ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna our popcorn girl who we don't get to see too often supports us by coming to all our sales and with two large bags of popped corn. The pigs had there party too Donna!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Lee and Laura always arrive and donate produce for us and arrived with pears and oven dried bread, bagels and fancy breads for the pigs. Laura was back again later with a car full of fresh buns so although not the most nutritional treat , the pigs love it!!! It also stretches our food budget , can you believe the price of carrots right now?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy net working for five baby pigs in North Carolina who fell off the slaughter truck and were scooped up by the police. Sitting in a shelter down there facing auction to the highest bidder . And a Sanctuary in Florida in a crisis trying to move 180 pigs to there new farm before the county steps in. I try not to stretch myself so thin but i must try and help these animals even if it is only networking and trying to pull people together to help them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the animals are doing great and have been enjoying the sunny days and the tasty tender grass coming back again. The horses are looking a little rough and i really need to get a brush on both of them. Tippy the turtle has been out and about for the week as i need to do her tank and that will be my big job today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone and keep the ham on the pigs please!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-1549949485372943205?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/1549949485372943205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=1549949485372943205' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1549949485372943205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1549949485372943205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-easter-wrap.html' title='Our Easter Wrap'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoOY0Qx-f3E/TbRKSqq9pJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ZW-KITAR_AI/s72-c/Pam%2Blove%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2114396693239235295</id><published>2011-04-06T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:24:28.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale  Tally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tk81cFLrF4/TZyDDqe14rI/AAAAAAAAAt0/vi1jy4PnZQo/s1600/2011%2B%2Bmarch%2B23%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tk81cFLrF4/TZyDDqe14rI/AAAAAAAAAt0/vi1jy4PnZQo/s320/2011%2B%2Bmarch%2B23%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592488936253809330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Garage Sale was a total success!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some really  great stuff , quality  items   both new  and used and  we have safely packed away  everything left over  for the next one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you  so much to everyone who  traveled way out here to bring  us  such great pieces  and  to those of you  helped  by  coming to the sale, helping us set up and take down, selling  , buying  and spreading the word!!  The pigs  even have  a popcorn treat  waiting for them here.  Friends  of the pigs  were back here at the farm doing waters and  pen work  while we were working the sale so   it couldn’t of  gone  any better then this!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some extra stress occurred  Sunday  when  Moms 16 ½  year old dog wandered off  in  unfamiliar surroundings  in our garage sale mayhem. We  were setting up  again before opening and  all of a sudden it was , where is the dog?  Nancy walked one way  and i walked the other thinking she was  just a few houses over.  Then we jumped in  our  trucks , an  hour later  nothing.  I suggested before we went out again we make signs  and get them  up while we are  searching.  We had signs  up all over   and thankfully a wonderful family  had brought  her to safety at animal control.  The old pooch  had her tags  on  but  we were in Mission  not  at her Maple Ridge home.  Moms little dog  went to church!!! She must of just hooked up with someone walking by and kept on going.   That family  saw our signs after getting her to  animal control  and again  reached   out   to the shelter to  update them with  a contact number.     When she arrived  back at  the sale she was no worse for wear and seemed to be quite happy for  her little adventure.   A little dog  who  never would  leave my Moms side  , did,   so  we  must never take things for granted  as  the “never would do this “  does happen.      &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; We made  2x the average  garage sale figure then we normally do and   brought in  over $800.00!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The past week  was a busy one with getting all of our  garage sale stuff over to  my sisters, the  tables  and in this rain.   Also making sure   i had  all  the  feed and  produce  well stocked  as there would be no time for running back and forth  to town  to  do  that  too.   I also  had been contacted  by the SPCA  in Power River   that a  little  pig  was there and i got the word out on face book.  Paula   one of our  volunteers who moved over to the island saw  my post  and  luck would have it   they were  now ready for a little pig of there own. I  came home to a great update  that Leonard   was safe and sound  at his new home and that he loves peanuts!!   Can't wait  for pictures!!!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The picture  is  our Comet , taking a break   last week before  this rain  front came in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2114396693239235295?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2114396693239235295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2114396693239235295' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2114396693239235295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2114396693239235295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/04/garage-sale-tally.html' title='Garage Sale  Tally'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tk81cFLrF4/TZyDDqe14rI/AAAAAAAAAt0/vi1jy4PnZQo/s72-c/2011%2B%2Bmarch%2B23%2B018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-888365903983683609</id><published>2011-03-28T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:52:09.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Always On My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHnTqps-46M/TZEDAj_mLFI/AAAAAAAAAts/hEtOIyzvdQs/s1600/Willy%2Bsmile%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHnTqps-46M/TZEDAj_mLFI/AAAAAAAAAts/hEtOIyzvdQs/s320/Willy%2Bsmile%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589251920740363346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9k6jj2WFEDI/TZEDAeFat1I/AAAAAAAAAtk/izYLPz4nxnA/s1600/Willy%2Bfenced%2Bin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9k6jj2WFEDI/TZEDAeFat1I/AAAAAAAAAtk/izYLPz4nxnA/s320/Willy%2Bfenced%2Bin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589251919154165586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt6g40yyj0U/TZEDAPbKZyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/hklRiSEDN1U/s1600/Resize%2Bof%2BDSCF0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt6g40yyj0U/TZEDAPbKZyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/hklRiSEDN1U/s320/Resize%2Bof%2BDSCF0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589251915218839330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 19, 1993 to March 23, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of us grew up with the faithful family pig that inspired us to get one of our own when we were grown. Our love for this unique critter was cultivated not by a childhood pal but by a special pig that more often than not landed in our laps by accident or a chance encounter. Some might call if fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this first little pig that found a way into our hearts and home, many of us came to love and appreciate all pigs. Many times that special first pig soon found itself sharing their home and human family with many other pigs. Not because more pigs were needed but because more pigs were needing and there was nowhere else for them to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was through the love inspired by that first exceptional pig that gave so many others a chance at life that they otherwise would not have had. A domino effect was created and the lives of countless pigs and people were changed. Some of these new pig parents found themselves with sanctuaries, others offering help and advise to pigs and pig people in need, some were driven to rescue the most desperate, and many others generously give of their hard earned resources and time. A chosen few find themselves doing it all. Most can trace the beginnings of this calling to a single pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these “first pigs” gave up being the sole recipient of the love that they had searched for. Precious time that would have been spent with them had to shared. This is to honor one of those special pigs that was sent where he was needed most. This pig that made such a difference in the heart of the woman that loved him that she could never ignore the plight of the rest. All who needed sanctuary found it with her and her Willy at Hearts On Noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Willy and Janice for helping us all to remember those special first pigs in our lives: the ones who will always live on in our hearts. To remind us not to let them go overlooked when we are pulled in so many directions. We all owe them a special debt. The price is almost unbearable when the time comes to say Good-Bye. But we look at those that are left; living their lives in peace and comfort and safety and know that it is worth it. They are the ultimate tribute to Willy and all those like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Lorelei L. Pulliam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-888365903983683609?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/888365903983683609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=888365903983683609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/888365903983683609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/888365903983683609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-always-on-my-mind.html' title='Your Always On My Mind'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHnTqps-46M/TZEDAj_mLFI/AAAAAAAAAts/hEtOIyzvdQs/s72-c/Willy%2Bsmile%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-9050965574919438144</id><published>2011-03-24T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:13:14.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGs6habZpts/TYvB748pidI/AAAAAAAAAtU/SI6hAiBG1ow/s1600/2011%2B%2Bmarch%2B23%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGs6habZpts/TYvB748pidI/AAAAAAAAAtU/SI6hAiBG1ow/s320/2011%2B%2Bmarch%2B23%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587772997326440914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8epi-W2_ec/TYvB7t2UCeI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kEdmmz8AYAE/s1600/2011%2B%2Bmarch%2B23%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8epi-W2_ec/TYvB7t2UCeI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kEdmmz8AYAE/s320/2011%2B%2Bmarch%2B23%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587772994347076066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SyYumI3DZnE/TYvB7K_3HUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/atgaE-R2nd8/s1600/2011%2Bfound%2Bmarch%2B23%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SyYumI3DZnE/TYvB7K_3HUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/atgaE-R2nd8/s320/2011%2Bfound%2Bmarch%2B23%2B020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587772984991882562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZFBEDbrsOA/TYvB6yQx_jI/AAAAAAAAAs8/i4wOoVhLoDA/s1600/2011%2Bfound%2Bmarch%2B23%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZFBEDbrsOA/TYvB6yQx_jI/AAAAAAAAAs8/i4wOoVhLoDA/s320/2011%2Bfound%2Bmarch%2B23%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587772978351963698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister just left and we spent the morning picking/raking manure from the big pasture the horses use. We could of spent all day out there but she was also picking up another truck load of garage sale items. I had quite a few truck loads and tons of quality new and used items. An awesome couple who closed there store sent us a few van loads of there merchandise so this is going to be good!! And friends are still bringing me stuff so i think we are going to need more tables!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Garage Sale is April 2 and 3rd at 33470 12th in Mission. Please join us if you can!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice i am home in the middle of the week again? I did get that job and spent one of the worst 3 1/2 days of my life there. Not a friendly place by any means and a service manager who needs to be replaced. Oh well that's life and it was too far away anyhow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was sunny and beautiful and the pigs have been spending full days out every other day as i switch herds. Erin brought over a nice donation of fresh cut lettuce and a hug bag of buns. So the pigs all had a salad appetiser before there meal and were surprised to see me serving them three rounds when i came back with there apples for desert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose was feeling might frisky and went into a spin and buck that had her chasing me behind a tree. And later charged me from behind and gave me a nice hip check before veering off. Spring is in the air and everyone is feeling giddy for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the tax receipts out a little earlier then normal and the newsletters went out a week later. If your missing yours , you should of received yours by now no matter where you are so please get a hold of me! And if you would like to see our newsletter on line drop me an email and i will email you the link. Its a PDF file and i am not sure how to change that into one i can post here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and an amazing show of help here last Saturday , we had 9 of us here working!!! How cool is that!!! Lots of extra stuff got done , all the broken rakes replaced with new and more gravel moved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a few weeks since i posted but someone dumped a little dog here. This was the Wednesday prior to me starting that job from Hell. My sister loading up stuff again called out to me that someone was here with a little dog. There are only a few people who come with there dogs that Buddy knows so i quickly ran out there to see. No cars out front and Buddy was standing by the side of the house watching this little gray fluff ball going across the back pasture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a few minutes to gather her up into my arms and her little pink tongue was hanging out a mile. Within the hour i had called Animal Control out here and the SPCA to let them know i found a dog. I also put a huge sign out front and a notice at our community mail box. At the time i thought it would be a matter of hours before there rightful owner would be out looking for this little fluff. Once we got to check her out she had clearly not been taken care of. The mats were like thick crusts under her senior clouded girl eyes. Her ears were infected and her teeth must of been painful too. It only took me 24 hours to know this little dog needed to be groomed but it would be safe to have her vetted first and that would require blood work to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wet and rainy day when she arrived her coat was dry and my fencing secure , some one must of put her over the fence. This little dog needed a professional senior dog rescue and that is exactly what i had to do. She got what she needed from my friends and is in a "foster to adopt" home now getting everything a little pick me up dog needs. No one called to claim her and i wonder if she had been much loved by a senior before and the kids got rid of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a stopped for a bit here as Judy and Pat arrived with a car load of nice things for the sale, a beautiful painting!! And I need to eat something and get off my feet before i feed dinner to them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-9050965574919438144?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/9050965574919438144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=9050965574919438144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/9050965574919438144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/9050965574919438144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/03/marching-along.html' title='Marching Along'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGs6habZpts/TYvB748pidI/AAAAAAAAAtU/SI6hAiBG1ow/s72-c/2011%2B%2Bmarch%2B23%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-4688572283054009064</id><published>2011-03-09T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:07:36.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Will Be Okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0OIqNOcZmZA/TXezhm_d7nI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4ekQamovxN8/s1600/2011%2B%2BMouse%2BKlennex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0OIqNOcZmZA/TXezhm_d7nI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4ekQamovxN8/s320/2011%2B%2BMouse%2BKlennex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582127653132824178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you think i am bad  now at updating my blog well its going to get worse!!   I start full time work March 14th and  this may  kill me.   I have  been  on  line since 6:30 am as  i am most days and return to the  net  after i feed  in the evening to  try and  keep up.  Emails  of  pigs needing homes, pigs wanted,  behavior problems and  medical issues  are  only some of the correspondence i take care of daily.  Friends who are helping me and friends who want to help ,  new friends who want to visit and  great advise  of how to  reach  out for more.  Keeping  us  active on the blog,  facebook,  and  various  pig lists  to  keep  our  work out there and  a website that is still  sooooooooooooooo dated.  Tweet  now and  requests to respond  to some "link"  site is  not going to happen LOL   In fact i am not sure how any of this is going to happen now..    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT  , never start a sentence with  'but '  if i don't go back to work i am going to loose everything as  my  money  has run out!  The  pigs are moved , houses   purchased,  the fences are safe and the  paddocks are  complete.   The well has been repaired and   tons of gravel  have been moved.   Now , how is the rest of it going to get done if i am at work ???   BUT ..there i go again, I will not have to worry   about  getting the mortgage and taxes paid .   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Five days left   i need  to get  my newsletters  out as  i mailed the tax receipts  out early for a change, get  my  paper work  in order for year end and deworm all  my  pigs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I need a  large shed built  , more gravel brought in , drainage done  and   then  bark mulch.  How is this going to happen now??   Even if i hired a crew  who is going to manage them while i am at work?  I can't be in both places at once and  there is no  partner - no right hand , no one who knows  my pigs  and no one who knows what i need done .   Oh , but i don't have  to worry about paying  the mortgage ..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stress , one worry  is removed and   it is replaced  by another and once again  i  push threw all of it  by telling myself it will be okay  it will be okay.  It will be okay , won't it???   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Did you  know i still  have  stuff to unpack and  all of my  pictures and  paintings are still leaning up  against the  walls?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I better get going here as  my sister will be here at 1:00   to  load up her truck  with  some garage sale boxes   as  that is  coming up fast  too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If  anyone  has  some free time and wants to help the crazy  pig lady ,   please  a few  hours a  month can make such a huge difference in what i can do  for them here.                             &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh Mouses  picture ??  This  is what she did  to a brand new box of Kleenex and somehow  it depicts  how i feel this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-4688572283054009064?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/4688572283054009064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=4688572283054009064' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4688572283054009064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4688572283054009064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-will-be-okay.html' title='It Will Be Okay'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0OIqNOcZmZA/TXezhm_d7nI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4ekQamovxN8/s72-c/2011%2B%2BMouse%2BKlennex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-7837429206025646760</id><published>2011-02-27T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T09:12:48.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pigs - glückliche Schweine in intakter Natur - by Well TV Internat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-krOvrFZTBxc/TWqGA2zMrJI/AAAAAAAAAss/wzZzRtLP5SE/s1600/2011%2BFeb%2B27%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-krOvrFZTBxc/TWqGA2zMrJI/AAAAAAAAAss/wzZzRtLP5SE/s320/2011%2BFeb%2B27%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578418437720157330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KGZlkKdCazQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SNOW  and more snow!!! Having my first cup of coffee and   am  not looking forward to the shoveling i will be doing this morning.   I need to be able to get my   feed wagon  to the  pigs and they need   to be able to get out  of there houses !!  Paths  cleared for feeding,  to there waters and to a potty corner.  And what about my driveway?? lol   And my horses???  I see them  with there winter coats  on standing in the middle of it all when they could be  standing  under cover in the open barn.  If your into driving  in this come on over , i sure could use a hand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So much gong on right now  with  getting organized for  our newsletter.   All the great articles are in and  my freinds in Edmonton have  put it together  , will print and ship it out so i can   mail them out  with the tax receipts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday   i had the added fun  of a washing machine hose coming off with already a heap of laundry to do  i will  keep on with that too.  This old house has a few quirks   one of them being the washing machine  dumps   from a hose  onto my driveway and into the pasture.  Have you ever heard of such a thing in this day??  Anyhow   when the weather is cold  i don't do  laundry as  the water will turn  not only  my driveway  into a ice rink but   an area of the pasture.  I sure don't want  my  horses  falling on ice i created  from  laods of wash.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was  notified  of another pig this time brought into Animal Control in Chilliwak , this is  about an  hour from me.  I was already snow bound   but  we got lucky  with a gal  on the island  who wanted to adopt.  Jean  had already  done a home check for HONS  so this gal was pre-approved!  The family sprang into action and made the trek over here  and brought this little girl  home.  A little pig much  like our Cotton but i  have a gut instinct  this little pig  was shipped from Ontario ,  something i worked  on  about  4 years ago.  She looks like she  was used  as a breeding sow  , i  worry  about the babies now and   where is the male ?  The peeps who brought her  in  said they found her  and  she sat there waiting for her peeps to find  her,   but no one came looking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Karena  who  fostered Lenny for us  has  turned into  a God send and a foster failure.   Not only   did she fall  in love with this big hunk,  she agreed  to foster another! Charlie moved in and followed the same path  as Lenny , and  gets to stay  where he is too !  Karena also  is a jewelery rep and to help us  is donating  20% of her sales  to Hearts On Noses until the end of March!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mysilpada.ca/sites/karena.harvey/private/content/home.jsf  Copy and paste into  your browser and i will try and figure out how to add a link here when i finish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I start full time work  in March  and  have landed myself a great job.   Snow kept me from   my  interview  so  we  did it over the phone.  Negotiated  a wage and hours and i start March 14th.  Its an  hour away  but   when  you live in the boonies  and want to make a decent wage  your going to have to travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I saw a great shed  we need desperately  on Craig List and  the seller  even offered to donate it !!!!!!!!  How incredible kind and  generous   but   i need  manpower  to  work from that site as  it will need some dismantling of an over hang and a crane truck  to get it too us.  Me thinks it will not go threw the driveway   but if i can get them to set it down  in the pasture  maybe i could get the  Pen guys  here to  move it for me.   Can i  orchestrate this all   in  less then two weeks???  I have to go  look at it and determine if it can be moved  but can't go anywhere in this weather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will  also  hope  I can  get some volunteer  help   here as  shoppers  once a week  to pick up feed and  transport out here . I  know what it is like working full time  and  trying to do all this alone here  6 1/2 days a week.  I am  older now and there are more pigs here  then  ever,  keep  your fingers crossed  everything will fall together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-7837429206025646760?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/7837429206025646760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=7837429206025646760' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7837429206025646760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7837429206025646760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-pigs-gluckliche-schweine-in.html' title='Happy Pigs - glückliche Schweine in intakter Natur - by Well TV Internat...'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-krOvrFZTBxc/TWqGA2zMrJI/AAAAAAAAAss/wzZzRtLP5SE/s72-c/2011%2BFeb%2B27%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-8662998283203912257</id><published>2011-02-04T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:00:12.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TUxoEWJkzyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/zoRYqUS7M_4/s1600/Valentines2011.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TUxoEWJkzyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/zoRYqUS7M_4/s320/Valentines2011.jpg.scaled1000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569941263024967458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TUxnC2Fm7RI/AAAAAAAAAsc/AIXEWt8kvDY/s1600/Charlie%2Bgets%2Bcozy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TUxnC2Fm7RI/AAAAAAAAAsc/AIXEWt8kvDY/s320/Charlie%2Bgets%2Bcozy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569940137726897426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Charlie’s  cute picture!!!   We were contacted  last week about  Charlie  needing a new home  as  the folks after   8 years   are moving and  will not be taking Charlie with them.   When  I went to see Charlie , he did not look  like he did  in this picture.  Tusks over grown, hooves  in terrible shape  with a dew claw sticking strait out !! YIKES!!    Charlie  was also   under weight  and his house had  no bedding  n  it at all to keep him warm. Charlie  went to the vets  yesterday to get all fixed up and  from there was transported   into a wonderful foster home.   Last night Charlie slept   in a deep pile of straw  after being welcomed  into  foster care  by Karena with a nice  bowl of peaches.   Charlie  needs a sponsor and a  home. Keep  your trotters crossed  jean is  doing a home check for us on Sunday.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also see  some cool  news  below!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bissell.promo.eprize.com/mvpcontest/gallery?id=42640   Vote for Hoover! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bissell.promo.eprize.com/mvpcontest/gallery?id=42640"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you have to sign up to vote  and  I normally don’t participate in voting things as  we  don’t have a  huge following verses  the cat and dog lovers .  But  some one  entered us  out of the goodness of there hearts  so we will go for it!!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasonda.com/valentines-animal-postcards"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jasonda.com/valentines-animal-postcards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty  nifty  of  two friends  who  sponsor  Winnie and Casanova  here!!  Free download  of valentines!!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****GARAGE SALE****&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;April  3 and 4th  In  Maple Ridge!!!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are collecting  good stuff now  and Ebaying  choice items ( see Willmyheart seller id on Ebay  )   to  help raise funds for the kids here.   I am  getting ready to list a Hudson Bay  wool blanket which is highly collectible ,   I think this item would do better on Ebay. We shall see!!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please let me know  if you  can help  our sale be successful!!     604-462-0958 or email us!!  Drop off’s and  pick ups can be arranged for good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-8662998283203912257?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/8662998283203912257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=8662998283203912257' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8662998283203912257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8662998283203912257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/02/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT!!'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TUxoEWJkzyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/zoRYqUS7M_4/s72-c/Valentines2011.jpg.scaled1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2810430881335095227</id><published>2011-02-02T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T20:33:13.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HONS  In Vermont!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TUowASdY0SI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Pboye-5BpAQ/s1600/papa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TUowASdY0SI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Pboye-5BpAQ/s320/papa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569316670710272290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reformer.com/localnews/ci_17262650?source=email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swine salvation&lt;br /&gt;By JOSH STILTS, Reformer Staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteers lead an approximately 900-pound boar to a trailer at the Retreat Farm in Brattleboro. (Zachary P. Stephens/Reformer)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, February 2 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRATTLEBORO - Five large orphaned pigs from Windham County found a new home after volunteers from across the United States and Canada worked together to rescue them from the slaughterhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When members of the Hearts on Noses webpage, a pig rescue group, heard that some pigs that could no longer be cared for were going up for auction, they decided to contact local veterinarians and animal rescue groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Woodstock Farm Sanctuary in Willow, N.Y., worked tirelessly to find the animals a home after the caretaker of the Brattleboro Retreat Farm agreed to postpone the pigs' potential sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours before the deadline, Gia Martin, who owns a farm in Valatie, N.Y., saw a post on Facebook that a potential home in North Carolina had fallen through, said she would be able to provide a temporary home for the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have the barn space and as long as donations keep coming in, I'll be able to keep them," Martin said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loading the four females pigs was relatively easy, she said. The boar, however, had overgrown hooves and was unstable when standing for long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People attempted to move him four times with no success onto a trailer to join the other pigs, but they were unable to coax him to move more than 10 to 15 feet, to the edge of his living area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, eight volunteers struggled for more than an hour to get the roughly 900-pound pig loaded onto a trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boar, nicknamed Big Poppa, pushed&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement&lt;br /&gt;EarthShare&lt;br /&gt;back with all his might as the volunteers tempted him with apples and tried to use plastic boards to move him up the ramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelia Hyslop, sanctuary manager for the Woodstock Farm Sanctuary, said the five pigs will serve as advocates for other animal rescues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's ironic we're spending so much time and energy on these pigs when 120,000 are slaughtered for food in the U.S. each year," Hyslop said. "But we feel they deserve a chance to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyslop said she wasn't sure of Big Poppa's condition before the pigs arrived and planned to merely assess his situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fact that he got up so quickly on his own suggested his spirit is still strong," she said. "His legs aren't good but it's tough to tell if it's from his arthritis or hooves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local veterinarian Dr. Steven Major, who has worked with the Brattleboro Retreat Farm for more than 22 years, disagreed with the decision to try and save the boar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most humane thing to do to this pig would be to put it down," Major said. "It isn't likely to be productive to keep an old arthritic boar going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He added that the Retreat Farm has always taken excellent care of its animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If he was in really bad shape, he would have given up entirely when we were moving him," Hyslop said in response to Major's comments. "He only half-way laid down when we were trying to move him. With better hoof treatment and a stricter diet, he should be able to live another five or six years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She guessed that each of the pigs is about 5 years old and through donations from more than a dozen states and British Columbia, Canada, roughly $540 was raised to support the rescue. Elana Kirshenbaum, program director of the Woodstock Farm, said she fielded calls from all over the U.S., trying to find the five pigs a permanent home and will continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have a huge crisis in this country with domestic animals such as cats and dogs," Kirshenbaum said. "Farm animals are even more difficult to place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Stilts can be reached at jstilts@reformer.com, or 802-254-2311 ext. 273.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2810430881335095227?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2810430881335095227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2810430881335095227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2810430881335095227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2810430881335095227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/02/hons-in-vermont.html' title='HONS  In Vermont!!!'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TUowASdY0SI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Pboye-5BpAQ/s72-c/papa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-3851819855344295362</id><published>2011-01-30T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:27:36.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karmavore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity fund raiser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Kramer'/><title type='text'>Karmavore Party !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TUY3t3Se4oI/AAAAAAAAAsI/JlEuxLcXVXk/s1600/SARAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TUY3t3Se4oI/AAAAAAAAAsI/JlEuxLcXVXk/s320/SARAH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568199250365309570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; See the coverage  by  our talented photographer  Melissa Fowler who  braved the night  with her picture taking  while  not feeling great and  very much under the weather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Click  on the link below to see the party!!  Or copy and paste in  your browser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://www.flickr.com/photos/melissafowler/sets/72157625943009866/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melissafowler/sets/72157625943009866/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melissafowler/sets/72157625943009866/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-3851819855344295362?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/3851819855344295362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=3851819855344295362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3851819855344295362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3851819855344295362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/01/karmavore-party.html' title='Karmavore Party !!!!'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TUY3t3Se4oI/AAAAAAAAAsI/JlEuxLcXVXk/s72-c/SARAH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-1355620884860891993</id><published>2011-01-18T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:14:33.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KARMAVORE FUNDRAISER JAN 23RD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TTZJA2Z8V3I/AAAAAAAAAsA/XA3QJx1x_TM/s1600/SARAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TTZJA2Z8V3I/AAAAAAAAAsA/XA3QJx1x_TM/s320/SARAH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563714668615980914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://talk.karmavore.ca/2011/01/sarah-kramer-jan-22-fundraiser-event.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karmaTALK&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, January 5, 2011&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Kramer | Jan 23 Fundraiser Event&lt;br /&gt;Join international bestselling vegan cookbook superstar, Sarah Kramer, at Karmavore on Jan 23 from 6-8pm, for an amazing fundraiser event for animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeds from the event will benefit the following charities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts on Noses Pig Sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;A home to pigs who have been injured, abused, neglected and abandoned, located in Mission, BC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC Poodle and Small Dog Rescue&lt;br /&gt;A rescue group based out of Victoria, BC, mainly focused on rescue of poodles and poodle-mixes, but will never say no to saving other small breed dogs in need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets to the event cost only $25.00, and include all the following!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Meet and greet Sarah Kramer in person with signings&lt;br /&gt;    * Meet Janice from Hearts on Noses Pig Sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 copy of Sarah Kramer's 2011 Go Vegan Calendar&lt;br /&gt;    * Vegan Hors d'oeuvres&lt;br /&gt;    * A Yummy Baked Vegan Good from Karmavore's New Deli (croissant or cupcake)&lt;br /&gt;    * Silent Auction&lt;br /&gt;    * Exclusive Sale Event&lt;br /&gt;    * 50/50 Draw&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 FREE Ticket to Karmavore Gift Card Raffle&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 FREE Karmavore Store Coupon&lt;br /&gt;    * PLUS, a lifetime of good karma for helping the animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based out of the Metro Vancouver area in British Columbia Canada, Karmavore Vegan Shop brings you vegan product reviews, updates from our store, animal rights news, and more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-1355620884860891993?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/1355620884860891993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=1355620884860891993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1355620884860891993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1355620884860891993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/01/karmavore-fundraiser-jan-23rd.html' title='KARMAVORE FUNDRAISER JAN 23RD'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TTZJA2Z8V3I/AAAAAAAAAsA/XA3QJx1x_TM/s72-c/SARAH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-5941030565569308632</id><published>2011-01-09T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:38:18.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tinsel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TSobn2VqMlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WCiCqolvJpI/s1600/2011%2BJanuary%2B%2B9%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TSobn2VqMlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WCiCqolvJpI/s320/2011%2BJanuary%2B%2B9%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560287061357507154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TSobnp9Z3tI/AAAAAAAAArs/Nvc4ZSF8psU/s1600/2011%2BJanuary%2B%2B9%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TSobnp9Z3tI/AAAAAAAAArs/Nvc4ZSF8psU/s320/2011%2BJanuary%2B%2B9%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560287058034548434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful day!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while catching up on here and checking out face book the sun shine caught my eyes . As it touched the large shrub beside my pond , she lit up the snow on the tips of her foliage. The light danced and flickered like tinsel and this drew me outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy and I got out there after chasing two house pigs out into the snow too potty. I gathered up some hay and carried it out to a nice sunny spot for the horses. There is nothing more beautiful then horses, as there color is spectacular this time of year . Fuzzy coats are thick in winter growth against the snow as i allow this natural occurrence with my horses. I only put there blankets back on to warm up two wet horses last night. Perfect timing for them as we wake up to our arrival of snow . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the horses we went out back to the gate that takes us beyond the fenced area of our property. Behind it and down below is a creek that also feeds into my neighbors pond. I can see my neighbors white geese enjoying there morning swim with her Muscovy ducks and i smiled when i saw a wild mallard peeking out from behind the flock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy and I climbed down and plowed threw the thickets of brush and salmon berry bushes as we headed to the water. Buddy leaped over the creek and i considered following him over as i still haven't been on that side of the&lt;br /&gt;water.  However I chose to save that adventure,  for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-5941030565569308632?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/5941030565569308632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=5941030565569308632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5941030565569308632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5941030565569308632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-tinsel.html' title='My Tinsel'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TSobn2VqMlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WCiCqolvJpI/s72-c/2011%2BJanuary%2B%2B9%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-1328346089680571457</id><published>2011-01-02T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:16:14.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzy's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TSE_a5uI9yI/AAAAAAAAArk/01uFwjKfhv8/s1600/angelwings2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TSE_a5uI9yI/AAAAAAAAArk/01uFwjKfhv8/s320/angelwings2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557793146555397922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i loose one , i need to write  and  speak for them and share  there story.  We didn't get to make a story  , we didn't get to even  know each  other.  I   never saw  your tail wag  ,  i  was cheated , you were cheated   in that i never got to see you  enjoy  life here.  You came here hurt and i couldn't fix you. You came here to be saved, rescued  from the cruel world  you left behind and I took  your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am angry that   you weren't taken care of.  I am angry that the powers involved  didn't see this and  set me up  for the heart break  of only to loose you  and with my hand  doing so in  two short months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am sorry , i am so sorry  sweet Suzy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am not sorry  you came into  my life.  I am not sorry  for hearing  your gentle  oofs when you knew i was coming to you.  I am not sorry   i got to feel the gentleness   in the way   you took treats and  food from my hands.   I am not  sorry   that  i had to  get you special things  to eat because you were special. I am  not sorry for cleaning your eyes and fussing over you. I am not sorry  for kissing   you and kissing you.   I am not sorry  i stayed up with you all night  to keep you covered.  I am not sorry for tucking  you  in  and  gave you nice pink wool blankets .  I am not sorry  i held you  up  so  you could eat your noodles , drink  your water and juice.  I am not sorry   on Christmas morning for feeding you  pretzels and fruit loops.  I am not sorry  for when  we played get your nose and get your ear.  I am not sorry for  stroking your face  and  feeling your softness  in and out.  I am not sorry for  telling   you that i loved  you so very much. And i am not sorry for  removing your pain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will never forget you Suzy, we did  have a story after all.  And still,   i am so sorry  our story  has ended so soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-1328346089680571457?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1328346089680571457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1328346089680571457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2011/01/suzys-story.html' title='Suzy&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TSE_a5uI9yI/AAAAAAAAArk/01uFwjKfhv8/s72-c/angelwings2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2509806695505590251</id><published>2010-12-31T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:17:12.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR  EVERYONE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TR5x8Ni0EnI/AAAAAAAAArc/hDFUQIHInoY/s1600/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B%2Bdinner%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TR5x8Ni0EnI/AAAAAAAAArc/hDFUQIHInoY/s320/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B%2Bdinner%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557004269463540338" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TR5x7jcBzTI/AAAAAAAAArU/4u7KLrHBPmE/s1600/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B%2Bdinner%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TR5x7jcBzTI/AAAAAAAAArU/4u7KLrHBPmE/s320/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B%2Bdinner%2B010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557004258160790834" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TR5x7Q0S6hI/AAAAAAAAArM/RW1tp2aeM1c/s1600/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B%2Bdinner%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TR5x7Q0S6hI/AAAAAAAAArM/RW1tp2aeM1c/s320/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B%2Bdinner%2B007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557004253162301970" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  So much for  my  dog  being  in the bedroom, Cotton has moved in and  so Buddy&lt;br /&gt;is  just being watched, played with more and  walked more. It  is all i can manage to do right now.  I can't have  my dog not with me.  Here are some after Christmas dinner  pictures for you.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Suzy  has been going down hill  and  yesterday  i had this mad cap idea that  her mass looked  bigger, could it just be an abscess?  I do this  all the time  when  I have already   made vet appointment. And  based  on my experiences with pigs I should  know better then to sway from  what i know and  what i want it it to be.   Of course  it is not just an abscess, something less life threatening  and  with totally  different symptoms.  It is natural i guess  when facing a possibility of euthanasia , it just sucks  to  have to make these decisions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I called my  Farm Call vet, Herman Geerstema  came  out  yesterday and  he arrived  just after  6  to see my Suzy.   Together we  moved her onto a blanket and laid her down  in the lower part of a crate.  Placed  her on a wagon and  we  took her for a ride  to Penny's large shed.  I had already  fixed it up for her , moving all the straw and laying down a carpet.  She had to get out of the little house  she was  in, as  she wasn't getting up to go outside potty. And of course   this makes it easier for the vet  to get a good look at her , with more elbow room and  lighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her leg or foot is okay , it is not broken  and  yet there is a mass on  it causing her  enough pain  to stop going  out every  morning.  She stopped eating her peanuts for breakfast, and the normal  piggy pellets.  At first  i thought she was just refusing  the new food here as  it has been a struggle  right off the start to get her to eat.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Herman suggested  we ex-ray  her and although this is another expense, it would help Ken  on the day of  our appointment for surgery to see what he is up against.  And  it would answer the question of  should i let her go  now.  Poor little girl  did her best to get away from us and she struggled to her feet   to go out the door.  This was after  many pictures were taken and  moving her little self around  for better angles.  I wanted her to stand up and use those legs  as  my  heart and mind are still  on her tomorrows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Herman  will email those pictures to Ken  so he will have a chance to view them  on Jan 10th.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After I fed the crew outside, smashed out the ice for drinking water, thawed the stupid hose  to the sump pump and then i fed Suzy.  I had an old tin of chicken soup  in the back of the cupboard and added  baby carrots. And i went to the store  and bought eggs as although   i try to be vegan , i just don't know what else to offer her  that will have her  get some nutrition into her,to  keep her weight on and  for her to  be interested  in eating what i offer.   The  tins of sardines i  had  for the turtle weren't tossed either and i forgot about them way  in the back  of my cupboard.  Suzy ate with gusto and  we do quite good laying down.  I gave her  some pain meds and  repeated this ritual this morning.  I tried beans  of every  variety and  she doesn't like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So this will  be an  estimated cost  of last nights call to be  well over 600.00 and  i know the surgery  will be another 2500.00 . WE really need  some  surprise donations to come in.   After everything we put threw  last night , i simply couldn't  let her go  after all that and   i just have to  try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Suzy  is adorable and  lets me kiss  her and rub  her eyes.  Even Herman  mentioned  that she was a cute pig , not everyone see's them  for who they are. She is darn cute and answers me with  every word  and she ah ah ah's   in  a piggy way of  letting you  know  just how she feels. I have to try.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cb45a7ebba2aa92f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb45a7ebba2aa92f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330061273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7805D6200D1A43FA20A1DACE57685EC05E49A61.4A9024F73DA4D38EA0EB5F2543A96356E78FFE0D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb45a7ebba2aa92f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkYsuWkCbrgfN5QpUWosfKEZNrUk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb45a7ebba2aa92f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330061273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7805D6200D1A43FA20A1DACE57685EC05E49A61.4A9024F73DA4D38EA0EB5F2543A96356E78FFE0D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb45a7ebba2aa92f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkYsuWkCbrgfN5QpUWosfKEZNrUk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look at her hip ...and her cute sweet face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to add at 9:50 and after feeding.  I  tucked  everybody  in and closed the shed door on Penny and Suzy.   Penny  gave the door a thump  and it sprang open.  Penny is quite restless so she must be in heat  and i walked in Suzy  was getting up. Was she going to make a break for it too??  Any how  filled me with  hope , it wasn't much  but she stood  for a while  and then  she settled back down  and is all tucked in again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2509806695505590251?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2509806695505590251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2509806695505590251' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2509806695505590251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2509806695505590251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/12/buddy-and-suzy.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR  EVERYONE!!!'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TR5x8Ni0EnI/AAAAAAAAArc/hDFUQIHInoY/s72-c/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B%2Bdinner%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2862767785167729374</id><published>2010-12-28T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:28:45.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wrapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TRrG8p52XWI/AAAAAAAAArE/LVNPEUOni7M/s1600/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TRrG8p52XWI/AAAAAAAAArE/LVNPEUOni7M/s320/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555971835657870690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TRrG8UxJwiI/AAAAAAAAAq8/H9HDy9drtlI/s1600/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TRrG8UxJwiI/AAAAAAAAAq8/H9HDy9drtlI/s320/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555971829984248354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TRrG8Ih-tiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wp441JmEb08/s1600/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TRrG8Ih-tiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wp441JmEb08/s320/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555971826699384354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TRrG7xHi-oI/AAAAAAAAAqs/3B2M3kLhQWU/s1600/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TRrG7xHi-oI/AAAAAAAAAqs/3B2M3kLhQWU/s320/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555971820414499458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is it too late to say Merry Christmas??  LOL  I guess  we are all leaning to the Happy New Year  now ;o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mom was here for a few days  so we could share Christmas Eve together and  open  presents in the morning.   We have done this for years after   Dad  died and then my  Mark . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mom and i went out at about 1 when the rain stopped  to  cheer up the pigs with  there Christmas goodies!!  We passed  out the  'fun food' and took pictures of everyone  having there Christmas goodies.  Some  not vegan  but  i can't hurt  peoples good intentions when they bring treats for the pigs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lenny  is in foster and Karena is awesome. She writes me  an update every day  and  i a so happy  for Lenny  to land  in  love they way he has.  She loves on  him, gets him cheerios and  covers him up  every night.  He is under a heat lamp and lots of straw.  But Lenny did not snap out of his depression and   he was on and off his food, moving his bed.. unsettled and  now a snotty nose.   Tomorrow  we call  for our farm call  Vet Dr Herman Geertsema ,  so we can get him  on some meds.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzy who arrived  over a month ago  is failing now.  She arrived with a limp and was getting up every morning to  potty.  A few days  after arrival i rushed out when i saw her  out and  realized  she has a large mass over the right hip area.  Now either she has been really kicked hard and is suffering from a mass of fractures  or there is a tumor  in there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzy  came from a place where she had no warmth and  no shelter and  her fight to survive was constant.  I believe  now that she is warm and safe , the adrenaline to survive that kept her strong is  wading now.  It has  been a  battle to get her to eat , anything.   And Christmas fixings  worked  well for two days.   But she is a worry and  i want to  bring her in the shed with Penny  but do i stress her out in order to do that and hurt her more?   And then there is  my  surgeon  Dr Ken Mcquisten who is  out of the country   until January  6th.  My appointment is on the  10th  , will she make it until then  or will i have to  call  Herman  to let her go? .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been  giving her   a variety of pain meds  but she did best  on the homeopathic one so i have been  giving her arnica  twice a day.  And  i crawled  into the house to get her to move out  as i see no signs of her being outside to potty.  I had been hand feeding her at night but  i still thought she was getting up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Going vegan  i  had given all  my  tuna and canned salmon to Mom  that  i had in the house  accept for one tin  in case of  a sick  pig. Tonight i went out armed with a can of peaches and a tin of salmon.   Suzy went to get up  when i gave her a mouthful and  this time  when i went to help her  she didn't get mad.  She ate with gusto and wanted more. She ate  all of it and  when i came back with apple slices  she was still standing up in her house.   I really  hope she  is  starting to  feel better with a little help from  homeopathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well i hope everyone had a great Christmas , i got an awesome  pair of boots from Dave and Pam.  Lots of  goodies from  my sister  like two new brooms for the barn and  slippers and pj's for me.  Mom gave us kids some money  so i am going to get a new vacuum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2862767785167729374?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2862767785167729374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2862767785167729374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2862767785167729374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2862767785167729374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-wrapping.html' title='Christmas Wrapping'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TRrG8p52XWI/AAAAAAAAArE/LVNPEUOni7M/s72-c/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B25%2B017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-807736464904511638</id><published>2010-12-23T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:08:15.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Christmas STRESS</title><content type='html'>Is every one ready for Christmas???   I'm not , me and my big mouth  of lets have it here  means  dog hair, cat hair  and  pig bristles  along with dust balls the size of a bunny have got to go.   And what am i doing , oh sitting here  waiting for the rain to let up  so  I can feed the pigs  without them getting too  wet while there eating.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I spent all day yesterday  wrapping presents  , ALL DAY!!  Well no true i spent an hour in a frenzy   as  i couldn't find  some things i bought and thought i was loosing my  mind.  The little bag was found ( pre -screaming)  behind the laundry basket.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Buddy  is  doing well and is  getting the  program around here down to a tee.   I still need  to  fix and out side space for him when he prefers to be when the pigs are out   but that will come.   I am  off now until Jan 5th  and  he  actually seems happier with all the attention he has been getting.  In fact  he was so pooped  out from a nice long walk    the day before he slept   in until 11  all stretched out on  my bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well i better getting going here , me being here is not getting anything cleaned  dusted  or put away!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-807736464904511638?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/807736464904511638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=807736464904511638' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/807736464904511638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/807736464904511638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-every-one-ready-for-christmas-im-not.html' title='Pre Christmas STRESS'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-6434413873566935321</id><published>2010-12-17T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:05:21.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing With The Cards Dealt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TQvYEpaqiII/AAAAAAAAAqg/RLiCNXD4ehk/s1600/DSCF0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TQvYEpaqiII/AAAAAAAAAqg/RLiCNXD4ehk/s320/DSCF0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551768540013037698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One day five years  ago an offer of some free hay  had me heading  out to  check  it out one  morning.  Jingle  at  15 years old came along for the ride.   From the email  I  gathered  from what they  briefly said  they were moving and as i drove long  i wondered  why they didn't need the hay where they were going. I even went as far to  question  and wonder what they did with there animals and if they were giving them  up. I also  thought, I hope they don't have any dogs. It always  hurts my heart for the animals being torn away from what they know , moved from there home and families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On arriving   i saw  three  dogs and  during  the conversation with the donor  he told me  they were moving to Australia and  i exclaimed "but what are you going to do with your dogs?".  Sadly  the three dogs would be separated and  the big one had still not found a home.  This is how i got Buddy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Buddy  is unlike any dog  that has lived with me.  He prefers  his own company and appreciates a good love when  he asks for it.  He likes to be on my bed  but not when i am in it. He is a bit of a loner and  prefers to do things  on his  own.  He doesn't  follow me around  when  i am outside working  for example.  Unlike my other dogs  who would lay  in front of the barn  as i did chores  and then followed me into the house  when I was done.  Buddy does  and is  where he wants to be  it really makes no difference to him where i am.  As long as i am there  when  he  wants me to be.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When Buddy arrived at  2 years old  he chased the pigs , chased the horses and scared my cats. He would learn, but it was a long  process and  my  gentle  Buddy, BUDDY  , and then BUDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY  would escalate sometimes.  Trying different techniques to teach him  ,  changed very  little of his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Buddy had not ever been dried off and i know this because when i  dried his feet  his  lips with  snarl and he would growl at me.  It took  a lot of guts to teach this dog  as he was big and  bending over to do this  put my face next to his.  Every chance i got  i touched his toes,  held his paws  when he laid down  and  eventually  he got used to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When he is on  my bed and  i would go  in and lay down to cuddle  i questioned  if his voice was a growl  or  if he  was talking.  But when a friend came to stay  with me and leaned up  on the couch he was laying on and he growled  i knew  his growls were exactly that.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He  was here when Rose was brought in as a baby. He seemed  taken with her and took  on an almost protective  nature.  They played together,  chewed toys ,  he let her sleep with him and on  him. With me always watching the big dog and reminding him to be gentle with her . They were great friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But as Buddy got older  as did Rose  i watched a new behavior emerge.  One of  an Alpha dog  who when Rose would  come to greet him  as she did   since she was  little, Buddy would get rigid.  He would stand tall and his body language  clearly sent a message to me that he was ready to take her on.  Don't presume here  because i rescue pigs  i know nothing  about anything else , i know  aggressive  body language  i don't care who it is  man or mouse.  I kept a watchful eye  on Buddy and  would  bark out the words "out"  when i saw  him do this.  I had  no control over  Rose this way   but I did with the dog and  to prevent  something terrible  it was the dog who needed to move away from the situation.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you go look back at my  movie  with then Bacon and Buddy,  you can see  what i see  coming from my dog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One summer day  i heard Rose scream  on the front porch and running out there  was  my dog and  a pig whose face was bleeding.  I didn't  see it happen but  i knew it was a dog bite and  once again  i questioned my  keeping such a dog  at a Sanctuary  for rescued  pigs.  Pigs  will duke it out and over the years   when i have  found one of my  pigs with a scratch  or two  i have looked and wondered  if it was my dog or not.  And  i have heard the horror stories  of dogs killing pigs at Sanctuaries and  i know what damage a dog can do to a pig as i have one here without an ear.  I am always telling people never  ever leave your dogs and  pigs together   unsupervised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night  when i got home from work   i greeted Buddy  in the driveway.  I came in and  Cotton  followed Buddy  right back  out the  door .  A few minutes later  i heard a blood curdling scream from a little pig .  I rushed outside  and saw the two separate and saw blood gushing  from  the pigs snout.  I immediately  called the dog  in exclaiming  "WHAT DID YOU DO????"??  That  question  carried   so much  in it  you have no idea. My  mind  raced with  how  our lives  just took a huge change,  will i need to euthanize this dog , give him up , get a kennel a muzzle.  I was  using my hands to direct my dog and told him to get in here and get in my bedroom.   And  up on my bed a dog  looked back at me with  "don't you touch me" . His fur  was raised and his eyes  were black , &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; dog scared me  but  called him to follow and  pointed to the pig and  told him  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  now  get back  in my bedroom and   i shut the door to attend to the pig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got him  settled and  cried  my heart out for a little pig who was brought here to be safe   only to be attacked  by  my dog.  And my dog .. what of his life now and  how it will change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Needing  help and totally  upset   i  looked towards a rescue forum  only to be met with judgment and  no thought  to my experience  with  multi species. I  for some stupid reason thought   the people on there  would  be  nice to me and offer up some kind of assurances  or a home  or help for  my dog.  Over the edge  now and  sobbing hysterically  i edited all my words and  shut this computer down.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This morning because  I am  high strung and  an emotional Italian   I have  decided  to CALM down and  manage my dog.  Last’s night ordeal sent me over the edge  with  working  and  coming  home and getting back  in here after 9 the night before  to  still feeding the inside crew and then me..  menopause and  no sleep  add’s  to the mix of emotions.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring an animal in here to  be safe and  he gets hurt  here …  but  the pigs duke it out and get hurt  too so  I don’t  look at that  pig any differently  I  just keep an eye out for   the problems and remove them   before they  are one.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dog  who I will never trust.  I just talked to a friend and she gave me an out  if I needed one as  she  would take him soooooooooo now  I have done musical  chairs this morning with  dog and pigs  and will have to be way  more  aggressive with  my  watch.  In order for Buddy  to live his life out with me  without being a danger to anybody  here I can never forget what happened last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom will become his room , simple as that  and   I will buy a muzzle even though   no one has suggested this to me it will make me feel better  to have this option available at times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today  Buddy found  his front porch gated, his dish and water  in my bedroom, also gated.  He is NOT ever to be trusted  with the pigs again.  And no matter what i do  I will be criticized mostly  by  dog people  because  there are more of them and they are who they  are and love there dogs.  And no doubt pig people will be    on the other side of the fence    saying get rid of the dog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decisions  i have come to  this morning  were  founded by someone who loves them both equally , this is  my torment.  All of our lives  changed last night and  in order to keep everyone safe  precautions have been taken. Buddy's life  will be  the most dramatic change but verses  the options It  is the only  one i can make. As an animal lover and to give him a life here unless  i can  truly find  a better one for him somewhere else.  Yes   i would give him up  ..                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more educated now  thanks to him, about him, then I will ever be now .. and   he will never  be the dog  I ever wanted  him to be and  that’s just the way it is as  I have a pig here  who  has the same issues and  I manage him.  Sucks  but  that the cards dealt to me  and my dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-6434413873566935321?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/6434413873566935321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=6434413873566935321' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6434413873566935321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6434413873566935321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/12/dealing-with-cards-dealt.html' title='Dealing With The Cards Dealt'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TQvYEpaqiII/AAAAAAAAAqg/RLiCNXD4ehk/s72-c/DSCF0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-3839572255901164205</id><published>2010-12-13T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T09:42:23.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TQZStAWhUgI/AAAAAAAAAqY/jBO3vlyi2bU/s1600/lenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TQZStAWhUgI/AAAAAAAAAqY/jBO3vlyi2bU/s320/lenny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550214523922764290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Two years ago a family sent me an email about there house pig Lenny  who  was  getting cranky with the grand kids and  was no longer  wanted.  I always ask for pictures of a pig being given up,  both  to use to find them a home with and  to  see the pigs overall condition .  This pig  was only two years  old and  a time in a pigs life   where  he is coming of age  into maturity , one that  we all associate with  kids and  the terrible two's.  It is the same of pigs, at two  for many of them  they want to be boss now.  Also add  being over weight,   and  his vision   getting worse and worse as the fat closes over his eyes.  It would be enough to  make me cranky.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the time  i had listed the acreage  and sent them back a letter  suggesting they build Lenny a yard with a outside house.  That this is how there pig would be living if he came in here.  And i offered  to come over and  work with them  and  share some of the techniques  i use  for  behavior issues.  This pig was also a house pig and  wanted nothing of  going down the ramp  to go outside.   Maybe the ramp was  to steep for the  now two year old fat blind pig,   and  babies do all sorts of things  at a young age  they will not do once they get older.  I  offered  to give Lenny a  home once i moved   but  i was not  spending any  money  on  putting up new pens  for incoming pigs  when  i needed that money to be spent on  pens  for  all of us when we moved.   I wrote a nice long letter  and never heard back from them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A year later , I think i had been out here a few months  when a lady called me  for  help with  a pig  she  took in.  It  was just basic care  information  and  wouldn't you know it , the pig she had  was Lenny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where does the time  go? And  here we are again a year later only   to receive a call from  now this lady  who  no longer  can care for Lenny.  And she knows   he is not happy  where he is and  asks if i can take him.  I simply can't  take in any  more pigs here right now but  there is no hurry to get him out as  he has a nice yard and a good house and  spring is a better time to be moving pigs any where.  But that changed  in a matter of weeks and the new  message on my machine  turned  Lenny  into  a emergency, i had to get him  out  now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt; 24 hours after  my  plea on facebook   Karena  offered up a stall  in  her barn and agreed to foster him  until  spring.   They also  had a nice house  in a pen  but felt Lenny would  have more  company with her horses in the barn.  So  yesterday  morning   in the  pouring rain I loaded my truck once again with a crate, blocking boards , treats , a bucket, dolly, food and blankets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lenny  was  confined   in his house and  we placed the crate with the door open at  his  doorway.  Then i climbed in with a herding board  and a bucket.  We didn't have much room and  Lenny is a big boy , but i  moved quietly and slowly blocking him   , creating a shoot to the crate.   I suggested that  he could  go in all  by his self , that  he was gong on an adventure.  The he need not worry as  he would be safe, but needed to be very brave.  Lenny moved  towards  me and i allowed that  using the board and  with the bucket ready  in my other hand  he put himself  in a perfect position.  Gently  placing the bucket  over Lenny's  head  he moved back wards  to get away from it and  backed  right into the crate.              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And  Lenny was  on  his way to the new digs  within  30 minutes  which  was  spent  mostly  on setting up  time,  so I  could do  this without scaring him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As  we were all pulling out the lady  reached threw my  window in the truck  and gave me a kiss ,  no one has ever done that  when i am  taking there pigs. And  i  turned into a  bowl of jelly  as  i followed  the  horse trailer out.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  was concerned about Karena's horse's being scared to death of there new  barn buddy and  for two reasons i grabbed a bag full of Lenny's  hay bedding before we left.  Some hay for his new bed  to bring him comfort   at his new place and to sack  out the horse's. I suggested to Karena  she toss  in a hand full of Lenny's bedding   in there stalls  to get  them used to his scent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I laughed when Karena  updated me  after  i left   that she did  that very thing , and her horses  simply ate it LOL.  That went well,  and i only wish  we  had a&lt;br /&gt;picture  of three gentle horses reaching over there barn stall doors  to try and reach Lenny and welcome him home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-3839572255901164205?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/3839572255901164205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=3839572255901164205' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3839572255901164205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3839572255901164205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/12/lenny.html' title='Lenny'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TQZStAWhUgI/AAAAAAAAAqY/jBO3vlyi2bU/s72-c/lenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-3262180570465527056</id><published>2010-12-05T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T12:06:44.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pot  bellied pigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rescue'/><title type='text'>Saturday Night Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TPvC33JdohI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/JFPm26ucGSA/s1600/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B5%2BBacon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TPvC33JdohI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/JFPm26ucGSA/s320/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B5%2BBacon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547241630989132306" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Last  year  i talked  to  a young man  who  had acquired a  pig from his boss at work.  Apparently   the pig was shipped from a Texas Breeder (UGH) and  became unwanted  not  too long after.  I am sure this would  of been somewhere around $1000.00  in cost after   the purchase, medical records and transportation costs   on top of the 30 day quarantine  for  one very scared  little baby  who had been  yanked away from his mom.  Note that the breeder shipped this pig  unaltered. GRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyhow  i do remember  trying to get the breeders name out of the guy  after  giving him an  hour of my time  to help him care for this baby.  He was too call me back, but never did.  And   he didn't want him either and the next family who took him in  loved him, got him neutered and he had a real family for a little while..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday was join up for Volunteers here as  it is every  Saturday and   only my sister arrived to help.   After working outside for several hours we came inside  so she could help me  put plastic  up on some windows in here  to  try and lower my heating bills here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By 2  Nancy  took off and i sat down here to catch up on emails  and the phone rang.  The SPCA had  a pig in a eviction crises  and  while  talking to them  i saw a email from the family  pleading for help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dec 1 late afternoon  a Mom with her baby answers the door  to the landlords.  Facing eviction  as  the economy  has taken the toll  on this family and they are struggling  to get back on there feet. The husband  finally gets a job  and is working  14 hour days and is not home  when  Mom lets the landlords  in.  Once she let them in  they were allowed to throw her out.  I wasn't there but i can imagine the mayhem  that ensued from there and this is when the pig  bolted out the door in the commotion and took refuge under the porch.  And  i spoke to both  of the family members and i can tell you  i cried along with both of  them on the phone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; About  20 minutes from here  i jumped in the truck  to  go to the house  to see if the pig was still  there as  the landlords  were threatening to take care of the situation  in an  unfavorable way.   A little silver and  white pig  under the porch  trying to keep warm   in the  hay and the blankets the family took  over there.  The family was unable to get the little traumatized  friend and no where to take  him  they starting reaching out for help once they found help  for themselves.    I  was able to  figure  out a game plan and  spent  a few hours back here  trying to rally  up help to pull rescue off.  NO way could i leave this baby  pig  out there in this cold  one night and at the risk of  being eaten.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I called Carol at SAINTS and  she rounded  up two friends and  we  headed out here in the dark  with  flashlights ,  crate, hay bale string and a portable pen. I  saw some fencing and some crates there  we could use to  pen  in the porch.  We would go in quiet so this little guy  didn't bolt from under  our trap.   Quietly we placed pallets and wire pen, then secured it with the twine to the deck supports.  I placed the crate  where  i figured the  pig came and went  as  this is  key  to the way a pig travels.  It is was easier to get the  pig to go in a direction they know , then in one  they have never been even  in this situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs are more like any feral animal when it comes to trapping them .  And  out of the 100 plus pigs  i have known  in my life not one of them will walk into a crate  on there own. With or without food!!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two of us crawled  under the 24" crawlspace and  with a light broom i brought we took turns  in herding the little boy  as  he had quite a bit of room under there to  retreat too  then we did.   I cracked my head good  on one of the  supports under there and  i still don't  know what one of my hands sunk into.  With no place to go as  we were positioned well and  as best as we could lying down  under there he went for the crate,  and  with one little push we had him.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were all back here  by about an hour and a half later and  the girls carried the crate  into the great room here and  i opened the crate door. He strutted right out tail wagging a mile a minute.  He explored all over here and up down the hallway  to the kitchen and back  while  we fed him treats and  laughed about our Saturday night adventure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All the kids needed to be fed here now  and  my day  starting at 6:30 am  unthawing a sump pump hose again ended  with me starving  and exhausted falling to the couch  by  9.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This pig  and I could  really  use a sponsor now  if any one can help us.  He will spent the winter in here as  there are no empty  piggy paddocks and  tossing him  in with  any body right now is not a good option  for this  soft little house pig.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He is under a pile of blankets  a few feet away from me and snoring  every so lightly.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1cb44594e2b2e44a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1cb44594e2b2e44a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330061273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16ADD903528D7BE34DDB5098958D79018E2FB33C.37034E118AC7F25FCB0E73462766C6327C573703%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1cb44594e2b2e44a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLrRq36c81qQ9KkX9TN15BlSKAic&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1cb44594e2b2e44a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330061273%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16ADD903528D7BE34DDB5098958D79018E2FB33C.37034E118AC7F25FCB0E73462766C6327C573703%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1cb44594e2b2e44a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLrRq36c81qQ9KkX9TN15BlSKAic&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-3262180570465527056?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/3262180570465527056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=3262180570465527056' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3262180570465527056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3262180570465527056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturday-night-action.html' title='Saturday Night Action'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TPvC33JdohI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/JFPm26ucGSA/s72-c/2010%2B%2BDecember%2B5%2BBacon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-7739120577852165567</id><published>2010-11-20T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T08:28:58.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Arrived  Just In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TOf3RJS-m-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/lKXWHAPDQds/s1600/Jack%2Bclose%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TOf3RJS-m-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/lKXWHAPDQds/s320/Jack%2Bclose%2Bup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541669740428041186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last  year a gal contacted  me by email  asking if i could use a volunteer for a week .  After a  phone call  between us   Dayna arrived for a week  only to spend two weeks and  we worked hard and  had a ball.  Dayna  flew  in from Edmonton  again  and  stayed for  a week  promising  to  return   in the summer  for  a longer period of time.  The days flew by  and  while i was at work Dayna  would  figure out our meals  and took care of  my   inside  work  for both me and  Hearts On Noses.  In fact   when i went to work  in the morning  Dayna  stuffed my  lunch  she made  under my arm  with  a "have a nice day"!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to  pick up truck loads of hay   on two   nights   on the way home from work  and   this makes a huge difference to have  help here  when i get home to put it away.  And then  again help  and company  to feed all the pigs after   made  the work here so much lighter.  Knowing  i have a good stock of hay  here for both the pigs and the horses feels good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dayna  for coming to help me here  and for my  bat box and  my  piggy stuffy   on top  of everything you did for us here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday  being Dayna's  last night here,   arrived  Pam and Dave from Sorrento  to help me again.   Coming home from work   with a truck load   and seeing there truck  parked in the driveway   put a big smile on my face.  So many of my favorite friends  all under the same  roof  was a hoot.   We all dived into a big pot of vegan chili Dayna had prepared  and we all crashed for an early start  to  drive Dayna to the airport  in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday  we dived into  clean up and moved gravel  and  by  2  i was so tired.  Paul a new volunteer  was awesome  as  was Taryn who  returned as promised  from helping us the week-end before.  Alisha  took care of all the water and  dishes and my sister  took care of the  horses.   Sunday  Dave tackled  some much needed  repairs  here and Pam and  i  took care of the stack of pools needing  washed out and put away and well just  things  that get put on the back burner  are done now too. Dylan's  door way was too big on his shed and   letting too much draft  inside  so Dave  fixed him  up just in  time for  the snow I see outside this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was so quiet here when every one  left  and  although i was pretty tired  a lot of worry  about  little things needing done has removed a lot of  weight  i was carrying.  And  because of  that help  I wasn't worn down  and  had energy   to  load up on straw  on the way  home  from work  one night.   It wasn't raining  so i had  to take advantage of that and  grab it while i could and  put it away  so i would have it for  my  day off yesterday.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Friday  morning at 8:30 a class from Douglas Collage Vet tech course arrived   to  see the pigs  first hand  and get a chance to examine  one or two.   Of course  i let Roscoe out wanting these young people  to  meet a big pig up close and  personal and  show   these young minds  what these big  pigs were  like  if allowed to live past the age of slaughter .  Panda  our pig who will be neutered on Monday  gave them a show  of  a boar in action   in more ways then one.  They may never look at  rotini  the same way again.  And Penny  allowed  the stethoscopes  to monitor her with out leaving  her nest of blankets  during all of it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When  everyone left   i  started moving straw into  the pigs houses and  fixing a few  door way flaps  as i went.  I was done about 3 and came in to  warm  up for an  hour  before i had to feed dinner.  This is just another  one of the jobs here  that is a ton of work   but knowing  the pigs are all warm and cozy  gives me as much comfort as  it does to them when its done.  This will need to repeated about every three weeks now  threw  winter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I woke up  at 6 this morning and   it is still blowing pretty hard out there.  There is about an  inch of snow on the ground and   there is  chairs down and  umbrellas  blown everywhere .  I doubt  anyone is coming to help today  so I will  do what i can and carry   on again tomorrow.  And  i really don't care for this  moment as  i know all the pigs are warm and have full bellies still from  last nights dinner and  that is all that matters .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-7739120577852165567?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/7739120577852165567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=7739120577852165567' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7739120577852165567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7739120577852165567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/11/help-arrived-just-in-time.html' title='Help Arrived  Just In Time'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TOf3RJS-m-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/lKXWHAPDQds/s72-c/Jack%2Bclose%2Bup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-6649762281347305272</id><published>2010-11-01T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T11:55:34.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs Who Need  US!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TM8IF0yrgMI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Htjqwhw-htI/s1600/lenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TM8IF0yrgMI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Htjqwhw-htI/s320/lenny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534651363225206978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TM8FwTod35I/AAAAAAAAAp4/G7h4hl3Xi-w/s1600/delta+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TM8FwTod35I/AAAAAAAAAp4/G7h4hl3Xi-w/s320/delta+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534648794523492242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TM8FExY4e0I/AAAAAAAAApw/ryfS6oK9_A4/s1600/2010++October+30+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TM8FExY4e0I/AAAAAAAAApw/ryfS6oK9_A4/s320/2010++October+30+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534648046596946754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What a  brutal couple of weeks its been  here with all this rain!   We have moved  60 yards  of gravel  to  create a solid base   in  some of the wetter areas and still have 20 yards  left to go.   And with this   when you raise the ground in one area  you create water problems in another, as the water  travels  to the next paddock.  Drainage  is needed big time and  i  pray   we get  our grant request from the Vancouver Foundation  to help us with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The gravel is a sand mix  which  is giving some solid footing  however   it is also where i  am feeding  some of the pigs. My concern  is  the sand  they will  get on there noses , i  don't want any  obstructions  caused  by sand  being swallowed.   I have got to  get the bark mulch down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The SPCA  contacted  me regarding a  neglect case. A little pig  with  out adequate shelter has been seen  huddled  up   next to the house  under eaves trying to get out of the weather.  She dug her self a barrow  trying to  create a nest for herself and  if she hadn't arrived  here that hole  would of been nothing more then a wallow by now.  Suzy is  here and  is in an emotional mix  of depression  right now and is  resting warm and  comfortable for the first time in a long time.  She is refusing  food left in her bowl  but  the sprinkled do-nut was met with enthusiasm as was the hand  fed sliced apples last night.  One of her rear legs  may require medical care  as she is favoring it and  cries from  her house had me race outside  but  it is her  trying to right herself from laying on her side.  She needs a bigger  shelter and   one i can  throw wall to wall carpet   under her hay  so her hooves  have  something to grab onto  to make it easier  to get up.  I do this for the senior pigs too as  hind ends weaken from   old age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two more pigs  need  new homes and  both  here in the lower mainland.  One little girl  after being attacked by dogs  was brought into  be euthanized. But good people at the clinic nurses  her back to health and  her  rescuer reaches out to me  now to find her a good home.  This Delta Piggy  sporting her Princess garb at the clinic  here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then there is Lenny  who  has gone from a house pig to a farm not far from here  who   simply needs  more then  his new family can give him.  He gets up to potty, eats and then goes back to bed.  He is a big boy that needs  someone special too work him out of his depression and spend  some time with  him and  show him a new world.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well off to do a pumpkin run, wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-6649762281347305272?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/6649762281347305272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=6649762281347305272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6649762281347305272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6649762281347305272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/11/pigs-who-need-us.html' title='Pigs Who Need  US!!'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TM8IF0yrgMI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Htjqwhw-htI/s72-c/lenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-5642670080932637028</id><published>2010-10-18T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:26:05.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cost  Is Mine And There's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TLxyHDLOLrI/AAAAAAAAApo/Tj0XQquM-jE/s1600/2010++September+1+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TLxyHDLOLrI/AAAAAAAAApo/Tj0XQquM-jE/s320/2010++September+1+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529419907941150386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew something had happened  at the pond when i came home from work  Thursday and  my fish weren't in there spot for dinner.  Friday  morning the  pond looked  empty  but  i  needed to do  water and dishes for the pigs and i went to work here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before i go out a  facebook message  tells me of a  pig  being advertised for  free and i  send out  a message to Jean  on the Island.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrubbed  all there dishes, the water tubs and  a few pools i  left out  to use as a water catch  and  a wash basin for the trays and dishes. I did the  horses  big live stock tank too and  was pleased  by late afternoon all my  kids had fresh waters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was  out and because  i had all day to do this  i  enjoyed  the day here while spending  time with  all the pigs. Instead of rushing by  to get the job  done  i stopped  to love  on my babies.  And Roscoe and i  spent a glorious  few hours  going for our walk around the acreage.  Out back  he found some lush grass and  i found a huge rock to sit on and watched  him graze as  his long  tail wagged   continuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in the house about  3 and  was wet and tired and had a quick shower ,  made something to  eat and  had a rest before  it was time to feed them all. A few hours later  i came in here to sit down for  a few minutes  i looked  out the window and to my  horror there was a blue heron standing in  my  pond fishing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Saturday  is join  up for volunteers and   by 9:30   it was obvious it was just me and my sister. Nancy would  do  stalls and  would work half her time out there for the horses  and  join  me   in the pigs pen work after.  By  1:00 we were out of  steam and  the pasture still needs more clean  up and  the largest  piggy pen is left as well as Roscoe's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday  i  was expecting visitors as well as  someone new who wrote me about helping.  I haven't been off the property since last Tuesday except to go to work and needed to restock  the pigs supplies. The animals here are no different from your cats or dogs who need to  go out early . The only difference here is  there are 45 animals here - 41  of them outside who are expecting breakfast at the crack of dawn.   My work out there starts  right away which is why  i  book all visits  in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surprise from Chris who  has five hours left  on his community  hours  i got him started  on the big piggy pen and  i worked   in the yard and  on Roscoe's. And as i did i also  i fretted over the pond and how i would  have to net it now.   Once my  visitors left  i would race  to get the net   in town at the pond supply store.  I would add livestock wire first  to save the remaining fish  while i left here as Chris would only be here  until  noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 11:00 and  none of my visitors  here  yet , i made the decision  to go to town  now and  get the net  so Chris would still be here to let my visitors  know i would be back and  his presence would keep the herons away.  If my visitors arrived on time   once the tour was done i could race back to town   to get produce for the pigs for our week ahead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back  at  almost noon and Chris  offered  one more hour  to help and  so i raced against the clock  to get this  project  completed as  i  expected  to have to stop to greet  my  guests.  I  had to cut down all the bull rushes and remove them from the pond.  Remove all the boulders holding the wire down , remove and roll up the wire  and  prepare to drape the net without it laying in the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris left  and  i  worked  as fast and hard as i could  as there was a huge mess   in my yard now  that  needed to be cleaned  up and at 1:45  is when  my  morning visitors arrived here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am  tired  now and  so are the pigs that are  out and   yet  the peanut butter and jam sandwiches are distributed. Carpets for the  inside kids  put away and  apples  were much appreciated. I can't barely walk now  as i have  been on  my feet  for three days working here and i am  out of steam  physically and emotionally. I try to be  gracious and friendly but  i  was so tired and   no way  could i  now  get to town  to buy a weeks worth of  produce  needed for the pigs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had  two hours  to rest before feeding dinner and i haven't eaten all day .. and  when i do feed the pigs  i  am exhausted.   And Soda  only added to  my  day by bumping me out of the way at the gate  when i went into feed.  She is  in heat and food is the furthest thing she desires. I chased her around for about two hours  in between feeding everyone and  no way is she going back in.   She is in a pen  with   11 others and  its pretty hard to get a pig in without letting the entire herd out for a free for all at 9 o'clock       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the day  i am fighting  the emotions   in the store and  here while i work and tell the pigs stories to my visitors  i  want  to  cry  my heart out  for my fish  who  i didn't  protect here. I am watching the birds  who arrive to the pond for a drink or a splash    trying to get to it. And if i find a bird caught  up in this net  i will  loose it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once  back  in the house  i sat here  and Jean  has contacted  a family we placed  a pig  earlier this year  and they have agreed  to  love this one off of  facebook too.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Monday and  i need a day off  but  i have inside work that needs  to  get looked at... and its 9  so i better return some calls here and then  get out and feed  the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-5642670080932637028?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/5642670080932637028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=5642670080932637028' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5642670080932637028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5642670080932637028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/10/cost-is-mine.html' title='The Cost  Is Mine And There&apos;s.'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TLxyHDLOLrI/AAAAAAAAApo/Tj0XQquM-jE/s72-c/2010++September+1+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-682578039015106598</id><published>2010-10-10T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T12:29:41.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits And Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TLIUHQr5hCI/AAAAAAAAApg/yRGOoOVnfUI/s1600/2010++September+2+afternoon+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TLIUHQr5hCI/AAAAAAAAApg/yRGOoOVnfUI/s320/2010++September+2+afternoon+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526501807707751458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where do i start , its been a while!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see i contacted  B.C.Corrections  to see if i could get a crew here to move the rest of the gravel.   They arrived  last Friday and all new faces except for one  and every one of them reached out to  shake my hand , how nice  of them all.  They worked so hard and got it all moved. Some of the guys trimmed some low branches and  dragged them off into the bush for me and  they even  blew off this long driveway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  will need another load of gravel or two and  then  i will bring in the bark mulch.  And yes i will see if i can get the guys back here for that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam  and Dave report in  on there new charges and  judging  from the behavior of Bossy Boots and new boy Rocco  making kissy face at the fence  we think he is not neutered.  And on top of  Bossy   pushing her way around and  heading up the ramp  in any attempt to get to him almost clinches it.  A few pictures  it is hard to tell by  looking at him but yes   it appears  he may still have one nut in there. ( judging the classic look of 'elephant skin'  in between his legs on one side) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never even thought to look at Rocco when we were loading as  there previous keepers  wrote he was neutered.  Easy to assume  when  in the time he as been with them he showed no interest that way  in his mate i guess.  Perhaps  these precious pigs had a mutual  understanding  of her pain.. and he closed himself off from those urges.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel is pretty crippled up and  we  agree  its time to call the vet in now as they have had enough  time to settle in  there.  The vet there admits his knowledge is limited  but  he is a good man and  listens  to Pam's concerns and acts  on them with the utmost safety and care.  Rocco  has two incisions  from someones  previous attempt,(poor baby) but this  vet skillfully  neuters Pam and Dave's boy.  A script is left  for Angel and we hope  this brings her  comfort , time will tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the phone  from someone whose family  is loosing the acreage and they have a pig. His name is Lenny and at about 4 years old  is  in her words  not living a good life there anyhow.  The family who had Lenny originally  had contacted me   a little less then two years ago. I begged them to keep  him as  i was in the middle of listing my acreage at that time.  I never heard back from them after my email to them and the next  time i heard about Lenny was when this lady  called me  for some help  in his care.   Poor Lenny needs a forever home now.. one that will love him and give him what he needs.  I will go down there tomorrow and get a picture of him  to share and i will try and find a good home for him.  sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a call  like that removes  the flow of writing for me  as  there is someone I am worried about now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happy Thanks Giving everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-682578039015106598?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/682578039015106598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=682578039015106598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/682578039015106598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/682578039015106598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/10/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits And Pieces'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TLIUHQr5hCI/AAAAAAAAApg/yRGOoOVnfUI/s72-c/2010++September+2+afternoon+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-7982336011182760689</id><published>2010-09-27T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:07:19.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain and Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TKDOzPXVb3I/AAAAAAAAApY/P50onXc4VlY/s1600/pam+and+bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TKDOzPXVb3I/AAAAAAAAApY/P50onXc4VlY/s320/pam+and+bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521640522849283954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you remember the sad  picture of a piggy needing a home  a few months ago? Oh so fat and laying  in a garden box .. look at the love  she is getting now  from  my  dear freind Pam and Dave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TKDLUNOV9JI/AAAAAAAAApQ/6nvd65Ihi_c/s1600/2010++September+16+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TKDLUNOV9JI/AAAAAAAAApQ/6nvd65Ihi_c/s320/2010++September+16+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521636691163870354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I drink  my first cup off coffee here at my desk which over looks the pond. I  look for her every morning  but my big gold fish has not returned to the surface to eat for weeks now and her friends have regained  there trust in my movement again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It appears a  year has almost gone by since i moved  here and we are still not ready for our  second winter. There is a large pile of gravel  that needs to be moved and frankly  I'm going to need a ton more.  And then  on top of that must  lay hog fuel which is the less expensive form of  bark mulch. All the sheds need bedding added and  for sure one roof  needs to be replaced or at the very least tarped.  Panda needs to be neutered  in the following  months as he has lost some of that fat and there is the worry of Penny ..Penny can't poop at all as i  have been aiding her months now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We  go in spurts here from  fabulous help to  none at all and  in the middle of that stretch  is not enough. I wonder if those who  arrive on those fab days think this is the way it is here all the time, for those who  wonder no its not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I did pick up part time work and  the job is mine as  long as i can get the numbers up. Part time could lead into  more hours  but  right now  it is only covering  half of what i need to pay the mortgage , tel , hydro and cable. If anyone needs some auto glass work  or residential windows replaced  our mobile crew covers a lot of ground so please email me. The security if these few hours is also security for the pigs here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Short post .. the rainy season has returned and  its not raining now so i  am heading to town to fill up my truck and stock  up for the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-7982336011182760689?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/7982336011182760689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=7982336011182760689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7982336011182760689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7982336011182760689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain-rain.html' title='Rain and Kisses'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TKDOzPXVb3I/AAAAAAAAApY/P50onXc4VlY/s72-c/pam+and+bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-677157875852306288</id><published>2010-09-21T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T10:05:26.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cathy???</title><content type='html'>You left a message on  my  answering machine but didn't  leave a number to call you back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-677157875852306288?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/677157875852306288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=677157875852306288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/677157875852306288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/677157875852306288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/09/cathy.html' title='Cathy???'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-6642239458790911356</id><published>2010-09-14T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T18:17:21.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Delivered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TJAeIsE5FfI/AAAAAAAAApI/Ck6O7Sif1aE/s1600/Rocko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TJAeIsE5FfI/AAAAAAAAApI/Ck6O7Sif1aE/s320/Rocko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516942678148322802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TJAeITzqYTI/AAAAAAAAApA/Z5ESLmGOicE/s1600/Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TJAeITzqYTI/AAAAAAAAApA/Z5ESLmGOicE/s320/Angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516942671633604914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TJAdrqUqczI/AAAAAAAAAo4/EeqE3Z7RZWU/s1600/Lake+Errock+pigs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TJAdrqUqczI/AAAAAAAAAo4/EeqE3Z7RZWU/s320/Lake+Errock+pigs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516942179461395250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a month ago  someone  brought to my attention two pigs  being given away  on Craig List and I immediately  contacted  the keeper of these pigs requesting him to remove the ad  and give me control over placing there pigs.  Thankfully he  removed the ad and agreed to work with us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face book  was something I hear about and  had many invites to join  but  i put it off  as it would only add  to the amount of things i had to do in a day. But if not for  Face book i would of missed out on meeting  some great people and  one pig and then two more pigs might of missed  out on finding a great home.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some  rescuers  have a small fleet of volunteers able to rotate attendance and every facet of the rescue is covered from book keeping to fund raising. I am  not so fortunate but the pigs friends around me are worth there weight in gold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra works for a cement company and she went to her boss  to ask for help for us. Friday  night  a dump truck with trailer dropped off two loads of gravel for the pigs  paddocks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pam and Dave drove from Sorrento to help me for the  week-end  and  they arrived  Friday as well.  We fed the pigs  and talked until 1:30  in the morning and  then  woke up  on Saturday and began moving the gravel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Melissa, Dylan and Sue  who each sponsor a pig  drove  out from downtown Vancouver with bags full of treats for the pigs and then  the girls  scrubbed piggy dishes and filled all the tubs with fresh water. Dylan  helped out with the  gravel.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mike arrived  to  use up some of his  hours  he needed to get in and  he started to move gravel into Roscoe's area  as well.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had started  picking and raking piggy  poops  and then Lee and Laurie arrived to help  me.  They unloaded a car full of apples and treats first , broke down  my cardboard and then refilled there car with  our recycling.  Then they took off and  called out they would be back and they did and with lunch for everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Can it get any better then this???????????   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile Jean  on the island is  working  on a grant proposal for the pigs  and a random visit by  two friends who  just happen to also sponsor  4 pigs arrived  with a van full of produce!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its a PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!! and so much is getting done!!!  I wish  i had of taken  pictures  and thankfully Melissa took a few and shared.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When work was done for general animal care then all of us jumped in and  were moving gravel. Everyone body stayed as long as they could and  it was just short of a full day. By 5;30 Pam and I were tripping over  our feet and  no way could i tip one more wheel barrow. Down to the Mill Pub for dinner and another night that ended late as  we talked about pigs  as we all could forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sunday  morning we drove about 40 minutes east of here  but on the way home for Dave and Pam we stopped and picked up  those Craig List pigs  and off they went heading into paradise.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night Jean and I worked  on the grant  with emails and long distance telephone calls and completed  it this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pam and Dave have reported  in a few times  updating me on the pigs progress in there new home and not without a few medical challenges. They are loved deeply  already and  have gone from  scant bedding to  heat lamps, blankets and deep nest of fresh hay.  Both pigs are eating well and  have felt the sun on there faces today and love in there new surroundings.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; An extraordinary  week-end and to all of  you  who made all of this possible  from all corners of B.C. to another thank you so very very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-6642239458790911356?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/6642239458790911356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=6642239458790911356' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6642239458790911356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6642239458790911356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/09/help-delivered.html' title='Help Delivered'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TJAeIsE5FfI/AAAAAAAAApI/Ck6O7Sif1aE/s72-c/Rocko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-8211171357365345983</id><published>2010-09-08T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:24:14.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pond Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TIfgkS2eUjI/AAAAAAAAAow/TmzAXfPtqa8/s1600/2010++September+8+pond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TIfgkS2eUjI/AAAAAAAAAow/TmzAXfPtqa8/s320/2010++September+8+pond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514623182878691890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TIfgj6NU9_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/TZc-JB24BJY/s1600/2010++September+1+bugs+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TIfgj6NU9_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/TZc-JB24BJY/s320/2010++September+1+bugs+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514623176263661554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I first  came to  look at this place i saw the pond and noticed the few gold fish still alive  in it. I worried  as the past  seller must of left them behind  and was  the current renter  feeding them ?  This was too be the beginning  of  my  emotional attachment  as even when i returned for a second look in desperation to find a place   i  had bought fish flakes to ride along with my Realtor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When i bought i knew i had several more responsibilities in the way of fish and  bought only the best fish food  and learned about winter and summer feeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few weeks ago i also learned  about this weird  creepy bugs  attached to some of my bulrushes  were empty shells  of the  pond bugs  who emerged  as  beautiful dragon flies. A magic pond .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And my seven  large fish,  turned into  14 large fish and  and  so on. Last week  i stopped counting at 39 babies swimming around. This brought a new dilemma  of  how  big my pond was, and how many fish  it could adequately support.  And  as a  rescuer this  only means  i will eventually need to find good homes for some of these fish.  Everything I do  is reflected  from my work with  animals as clearly as  the fish  in the water. And my mind  filters threw the process of adoption such as   who hangs out with each other, is there  pond sufficient and  is it  protected from predators?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My little pond is very close to the house and surrounded by all these pigs. I smugly thought  we were safe here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Several years ago  gathering up  and sorting donations for  an upcoming garage sale, I pulled out two decoy ducks.  Ducks  which will lure other ducks   in , who will see there mates and  join them  at what must be a good food source only to be blasted  out of the sky.   These ducks would be retired to  my Moms garden until  last week-end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mom arrived  on Thursday to spend the night and  brought  the ducks with her and we released  them into the pond. We smiled  in delight watching the ducks sail away  threw the grass in  my little pond.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Monday  morning i was sitting at my desk and happened to see the flash of large white wings at my pond. Flying out there in bare feet  i  scared the large crane and it jolted  my biggest gold fish  out of his mouth.  Screaming  "you  killed my big one" i cupped the big fish  in my hands. She  MOVED  so  i put her back  in the pond and  thanked God for her life and  hoped she would survive her ordeal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My heart pounding  i sprang into action  to  get a make shift scare crow out there and searched the Internet  for  ideas on how to  protect my fish. I was sick about  it,  and  with them all  in hiding  the days before me  would tell me how  many that big bird swallowed before i saw her.  The whole ordeal knocked the wind out of me and i  mourned  as i would for  any of my friends  in trouble or killed  all day.  I never left this  window and and that bird came back as i saw her shadow overhead and saw  her pattern change  in flight  when she saw my scarecrow first and then me running back out there.  At 6:30  that same day a heron  flew  in and  i just happened to look  up from the tv and scared her away.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why now!!!!!!!!!!! Why  after all these months are these birds flying in here!!!!!!!! THE DARN DECOY DUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  OMDAWG """"DECOY"""". These big birds flying over head did see  these plastic bills and seeking out good fishing  saw two  in my pond doing just that. Sick that i did this to  my fish i  got them the hell out of there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday  I spent all morning  putting chicken wire around the edge of the pond. As both these big birds landed  and then walked  in. I also  flew into town  to the  pond supply place to buy what ever i needed  but they were closed. I  ended up going to a few Loonie Stores  to buy  some whirly  things i had seen  before. Hoping the movement  of these things would keep these birds at bay.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My big fish was laying at the bottom of the pond this morning and i can see torn scales on her from where that big bird's beak had a grip on her.  An hour later she is swimming again and i should be working  on my grant right now.  But  i do love them all and  my fish are  as dear to me as any of the animals here and i pray  she makes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-8211171357365345983?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/8211171357365345983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=8211171357365345983' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8211171357365345983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8211171357365345983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/09/pond-wars.html' title='Pond Wars'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TIfgkS2eUjI/AAAAAAAAAow/TmzAXfPtqa8/s72-c/2010++September+8+pond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2887026420542667835</id><published>2010-09-01T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:23:41.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep Wag Tails too</title><content type='html'>The only thing different  is how we treat them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-aZkcG-Mt4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-aZkcG-Mt4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2887026420542667835?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2887026420542667835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2887026420542667835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2887026420542667835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2887026420542667835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/09/sheep-wag-tails-too.html' title='Sheep Wag Tails too'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-8840021754209108423</id><published>2010-08-22T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:33:37.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Of Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/THF6q6nbmFI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wTyrLgJSME4/s1600/Jack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/THF6q6nbmFI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wTyrLgJSME4/s320/Jack.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508318696958564434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hearts On Noses  goes to various events trying to raise awareness of there work and  ultimately funds to support it.  I  have always worked full time and am currently  looking  again after  moving and now  must as my  insurance has run out.  When I attend these events it takes a huge sacrifice and adds to the work load  to pull it off. There is is only so many hours   in two days off and   when the first day off is  catching up  on routine  piggy paddock clean up  the second day  is left for  buying what  ever is required for the work week ahead. Not any different from  any body else except my extended family who must be cared for consists of 45 large animals.  It will take truck loads of groceries , truck loads of hay  and of course  i will also have to  put it all away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now in between I will fit in  my  own groceries, if there is room  in the truck  or return to town  again for me after.   Like any one else i will do a little clean up as  things go in the fridge , things will be tossed  and this goes for my feed room too.  Most will take a garbage bag out, I  will fill  up  my  pick up truck after  i tear down the  cardboard boxes  and gather up  all the empty feed bags, tie it down or tarp as required  by the tipping station.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some  say "  well i do  some of that after work at night". I feed  45 animals when i get home from work at night.  There also  will always be someone here who needs  special care, special food  and several who will need  meds or supplements.  The amount of time  can  suck up  2 1/2 hours every night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am also running the charity here which  consumes the same amount of time as any small business would with   paperwork,  accounting  , filing  and customer  service  for people and pigs in need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now where am i going with all of this  well when i  do an event  and  it sucks up all the time  i need to do everything else it has to be done after work at night.  So for a week  or so  after work I am  picking up hay and then putting it away and apologizing to every animal here who is weeing, whinnying, meowing and whining for there dinner.  Everything will be set back and  it will be a peanut butter sandwich for dinner for a few nights for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  One of those nights  after such a week-end event  i  left work and headed to the grocery store  and  planned    on the way home to feed first and then  put groceries away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I pulled in the driveway and   when i got out of my truck I heard a pig oofing  very excitably to my  left.  This was  the voice of a little pig  not one of  my  big pigs who live in that direction so my first thought was  "who got out"?   All the pigs are safe  in  paddocks  when i am not home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Out from  behind the house emerged  one very excited little piglet  and one I did not know.  Gone are the days  of emotions like panic as  when your doing rescue  your life  is full of constant surprises. So  when it registered  this was a new pig i   hoped  when i went to grab a bag of apples to entice him with   that  he  had arrived here alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This baby boy  pig  was not neutered and  in a state of  excitement having  landed  in a place full of girly pigs , some who weren't spayed due to age  or health reasons.  He was literally "foaming at the mouth" and racing from one paddock to another!  He didn't want my apple offering,  it was girls he wanted!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His capture   on the two acres would require some help and thankfully back then   i had a good volunteer who brought her husband along for the fun.  We got this little pig  corralled  in a corner while he made advances  at one of the girls . Tacked up a sheet of plywood  to keep him there and then went  and got a crate.   Once in the crate  with no empty pens i went to the barn and prepared water,  food and a hay nest for the little tyke.  The horse's would have to  eat outside for a few weeks  until i could  get him neutered, accommodations, a house and a pen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once we got him settled in and some space between  him and his desires , Jack Of Hearts  was welcomed home.   2 hours have gone by  and i still have to put groceries away and i have another mouth to feed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I never found out  who dropped him off here  or  what his story  was  but he is one of the Noses now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And events  i still try to fit in,   but  catch up is brutal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-8840021754209108423?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/8840021754209108423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=8840021754209108423' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8840021754209108423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8840021754209108423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/jack-of-hearts.html' title='Jack Of Hearts'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/THF6q6nbmFI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wTyrLgJSME4/s72-c/Jack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-6540966190749728228</id><published>2010-08-13T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T17:44:51.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Cup Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TGXm9-7xslI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-qtJX4NyxYg/s1600/Roscoe+big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TGXm9-7xslI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-qtJX4NyxYg/s320/Roscoe+big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505060072070427218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TGXm9mx6lEI/AAAAAAAAAoI/eVa0D1_5Vw8/s1600/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TGXm9mx6lEI/AAAAAAAAAoI/eVa0D1_5Vw8/s320/image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505060065586615362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago a family wrote me  after they had visited friends who were raising pigs for slaughter. They left  after there visit with the runt of the litter  fearing  he would get trampled to death by  the other pigs in his pen.  They brought him  home  to there  suburban  home and fixed him a cozy  place in the kids play house and then looked for a home for him and emailed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And what luck for this little pig as i actually had a great family  who wanted to adopt  a pot belly  pig and  were keen on a farm pig too.   They visited the Sanctuary a few times  and  with  pre-adotpion approved  I did the home check too. I  made several recommendations  on the pen and care  and little baby Roscoe  would surely move there.  In fact  the night before his arrival   i supplied the hay , the water dishes and a baby  portable pen  to be used.. He was just a baby and still  only  Tea Cup size ;o)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Contracts signed  with a promise  from the family  to have him neutered before  3 months  old as  these pigs grow up fast and  he was too teeny at this time.   Two months later i began  my phone calls at about every two weeks  urging them to get him done.  My last call  just prior to Christmas was met with a strong   promise from the family that i wouldn't  need to worry, that baby Roscoe would be taken care of.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few months later  i  was on the road  and realized   i was driving right by where Roscoe lived.  A hot  sunny day  i pulled over and jumped out of the truck and  me with no treats  grabbed  hand fulls of lush grass and  walked  up towards  his enclosure  on this 5 acre property.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The family was outside  and  the women seeing  my arm full of grass asked me "do pigs like grass"?   This  was a HUGE red flag for me as  that comment alone told me many things about how this  pig was living. Gads  them not knowing  if he liked grass  meant they never gave him hay  at least to sleep on  because then they would know  he would eat it all and  this also told me  he never got out of the pen. Because  if he  was  out on this rich grass  he would be eating mouth fulls of the stuff and they would see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And as i walked by the man i asked him  if he had Roscoe neutered  and   his reply  was a 'nope" and i felt the anger welling up in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Roscoe  now   4 1/2 months old  was  laying   in  knee deep mud   in the same small  pen  big enough for a pot bellied pig not  an animal  3x times that size.No hay for bedding and  his  water  trough was bone dry. He welcomed the grass  i brought him and  now i was really mad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not pulling any punches  i exclaimed this pig was not living like a companion animal , " you didn't  even know if he liked grass??? "  and no water  , this pen is too small for him and don't  you ever let him out????  I was met with  "well we were thinking bout getting rid of him" .. and my reply " I'll be taking care of that!!"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got to tell you   when  Roscoe and I  go for walks around the acreage  he follows me  like  any good dog would. Stopping to nibble  now and then and then  brushing  his big self next to me as  if he needs to  confirm  I am  here for him and this  brings him comfort as he expresses  his love .  He will dash  off to explore   on any given day   but return to me  15 minutes later   to confirm i am indeed  here,  like  a child  would do with his  Mom.  He welcomes  me each time with throaty hello's and  we catch up    on news from when he last left my side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His is huge  and  this picture shows you   just how big he is  in front  of my friend Karen's truck.  In person however  the only  thing big about Roscoe to me  is  his inquisitive nature and  the security he needs from me  when  his big self  gently brushes  my side.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt; Will add pix later  as Blogger is giving me some grief here ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-6540966190749728228?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/6540966190749728228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=6540966190749728228' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6540966190749728228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6540966190749728228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/tea-cup-pig.html' title='Tea Cup Pig'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TGXm9-7xslI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-qtJX4NyxYg/s72-c/Roscoe+big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-8623356387413585123</id><published>2010-08-04T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:56:36.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New GEICO Commercial - Piggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8F_G2zp-opg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8F_G2zp-opg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-8623356387413585123?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/8623356387413585123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=8623356387413585123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8623356387413585123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8623356387413585123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-geico-commercial-piggy.html' title='New GEICO Commercial - Piggy'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-1542842486855840871</id><published>2010-08-02T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:32:05.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Canadian Farm Animal Sanctuary’s Struggle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TFcdLrnUr5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/sWkdvBEyOO8/s1600/100_3978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TFcdLrnUr5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/sWkdvBEyOO8/s320/100_3978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500897556379774866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Americans gave more than $307.65 billion to their favorite causes despite the economic conditions in 2008. Total giving, when adjusted for inflation, was down 5.7 percent, the largest drop recorded since the group began keeping track of America’s charitable contributions. Many had expected a sharper decline in giving with the recession. It’s important to keep in mind that despite the downturn, giving still totaled $307 billion and individual giving continues to be in the 82 percent of total giving range.&lt;br /&gt;USA as of February 2009, the United States has a total resident population of 305 million Areas: 9,161,923 SQ KM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadians donated a total of $10.0 billion in 2007, up from $8.9 billion in 2004. In 2007, the average donation was $437, compared with $400 in 2004. These increases were not adjusted for inflation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of April 1, 2009, Canada's population was an estimated 33,592,700,&lt;br /&gt;Area: 9,093,507 SQ KM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The area per SQ KM is comparable; however the population base is substantially different therefore the donation base is over whelming compared to ours.   This  of course means more  foundations,  more  grants ,  bigger  industries  and  more people giving . &lt;br /&gt;Pigs particularly have a stigma attached to them   that they are dirty animals.  Consider we say ‘sweat like a pig”   or “messy like a pig sty” and ‘dirty or stink like a pig”.    Pigs have no sweat glands and require shade or mud wallows to cool of in during the hot seasons.   Pigs if given a choice will not relieve themselves   where they eat or sleep.   All animals are as dirty as there keeper is.  And  pigs have no scent at all once altered .  &lt;br /&gt;Even   most ridged  animal lovers  can’t relate to  pigs  as companion animals   and  are prone to give to   cat and dog  rescues   as  that is who they   can identify   with the   Spot or Fluffy because  they have one   laying on there beds.      Compared to our USA counterparts   and the difference in the population once again more will have pigs as pets so most Sanctuaries do quite well there.  &lt;br /&gt;Also Sanctuaries who also have a feline or canine population will draw the public support and   quite often   funds the farm animals in there care.  For those of us specializing   in  one   species  such as horse’s , chickens  , cows or  pigs are  struggling to fund there operation and  are stagnant  in growth and the inability to do more.    &lt;br /&gt;At January 1, Canadian hog producers had an estimated 11.6 million hogs on their farms.  To the average   person a pig is a pig, big or small.   &lt;br /&gt;Finally  I will  share  a recent experience with  a Brownie Leader  who wanted  her group the visit the Sanctuary but  didn’t want her daughter  to refuse pork  when she left here.   In her words she had enough trouble getting her to eat as it was.   I have to also realize   that this is not an isolated incident and   that many simply do not want to face what they eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-1542842486855840871?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/1542842486855840871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=1542842486855840871' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1542842486855840871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1542842486855840871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-do-canadian-farm-animal-sanctuarys.html' title='Why Do Canadian Farm Animal Sanctuary’s Struggle?'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TFcdLrnUr5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/sWkdvBEyOO8/s72-c/100_3978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-1816127806294530308</id><published>2010-07-31T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T09:25:06.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearts on Noses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big pigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yorkshires'/><title type='text'>A Garden Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TFUG91S7YmI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZsCPdqTqd8g/s1600/2010++july++29+Rose+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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And where else would one find such a beautiful Rose? The last  picture is a little movie if you click  onto it. ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-1816127806294530308?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/1816127806294530308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=1816127806294530308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1816127806294530308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1816127806294530308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/garden-rose.html' title='A Garden Rose'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TFUG91S7YmI/AAAAAAAAAno/ZsCPdqTqd8g/s72-c/2010++july++29+Rose+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-3958356272041011811</id><published>2010-07-23T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:59:30.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky Jan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TEyktKHMdDI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Zyy30_DkmTM/s1600/Mission+pigs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TEyktKHMdDI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Zyy30_DkmTM/s320/Mission+pigs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497950340828132402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TEyksTbq0MI/AAAAAAAAAnA/KouGIE5qGoA/s1600/mission+pigs+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TEyksTbq0MI/AAAAAAAAAnA/KouGIE5qGoA/s320/mission+pigs+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497950326150058178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become  addicted to Face book LOL One of the gals husband i met on there calls  it "Crackbook"..he may have something there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Face book  is a flurry  of  like minded  people all doing there part  for every walk of life imaginable.. of course the opposite is true too and   there much  shared and  posted  not for the  sensitive soul.  So many  videos of  under cover investigations  of slaughter houses and   things done to animals that belong in horror movies  not in real life.  Our world is a cesspool of evilness and in reality  a handful of us  against it.  Daily posts of dogs  with days to live  unless a miracle occurs and  its usually rescue.. some  pictures  haunt you..  Like the two pigs  at Kern Shelter in California  who killed the two pigs we  were all working on and then  killed another a few days later,how do  you go on?  You go on for the next one .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You read articles about  a barn  housing 2400 pigs in it where the owner stopped feeding them  until the stench of death brought the mounties. How  this horrific act of cruelty will go unpunished and a petition  to gain justice for these souls  barley made it to  1000 signatures.  I am angry that  millions of people saw  it  and half of them complained about acts of cruelty at some time in there lives   and why  these scum of the earth  go unpunished.  Nothing happens  to these sickos because  we can't even get 1200 people (HALF OF THE PIGS WHO DIED)  to sign it.  And  if everyone got the big picture here  it is about ALL acts of cruelty  not just  about my  beloved pigs.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two more pigs  45 minutes east of me   were stopped short of being slaughtered  by the family who never intended  on keeping them this long.  The free ad  on Craig List is brought to  my attention and I plead with the family to give me two weeks. I  ask them to take down the advertisement  and I begin working for two pigs  i  don't know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There as cute  as a dickens and almost  carbon copies of the pigs  we  found a home for in Kelowna last month.  Thankfully Pam and Dave   opened there hearts and there home to another pair  of needy souls.  Transport to Sorrento is being firmed up and hopefully will  go down smoothly on Tuesday.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't think anyone is coming to help tomorrow  and i have  been kept busy all week  with   keeping the pigs cool. Wallows and pools filled with fresh water just about every day , the rain was refreshing last night.  And having  a truck   again  and getting caught up with  what one needs to do  to feed , bed and hay  all the animals here.  Every  load in,   is a load to the dump   with  empty  boxes and feed bags... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The  night before  while watching Roscoe  it occurred to me  that i have built one hell of a personal petting zoo for myself here and  perhaps i should throw in the towel   by trying to stay righteous  and start selling tickets at the gates and  get some money  in here.  I get some really awesome surprise donations here and  sponsorship is key.  But i have already  spent everything i have and  so much  still needs  to be done before winter sets in .  This place  must be set up so i can manage it  threw winter   while working full time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-3958356272041011811?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/3958356272041011811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=3958356272041011811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3958356272041011811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3958356272041011811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/cranky-jan.html' title='Cranky Jan'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TEyktKHMdDI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Zyy30_DkmTM/s72-c/Mission+pigs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2442088695635749832</id><published>2010-07-14T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:16:45.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cries of  the Rooster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TD6Zb7MJSpI/AAAAAAAAAm4/upvAhhVEFRc/s1600/Charles-Majestic-Rooster-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TD6Zb7MJSpI/AAAAAAAAAm4/upvAhhVEFRc/s320/Charles-Majestic-Rooster-l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493997300462733970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning arrives and  the sun  reaches   threw the curtains of evergreens here.   I hear  the Roosters  song, his calls  fade off   in the distance and  his cries are haunting.      Is he  mourning  the loss of  one of his  hens or  is he  grieving the birth  of  his sons  whose  golden presence  will be removed  when discovered ?     He stands tall  with the gentle breeze  passing threw his feathers , is it our God  who touches  him now?   He cocks his head  and listens   until he can hear no more and from deep within him  he cries towards the sky.                janice  louise Gillett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2442088695635749832?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2442088695635749832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2442088695635749832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2442088695635749832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2442088695635749832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/cries-of-rooster.html' title='Cries of  the Rooster'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TD6Zb7MJSpI/AAAAAAAAAm4/upvAhhVEFRc/s72-c/Charles-Majestic-Rooster-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-8598442156470839096</id><published>2010-07-01T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:44:00.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>George's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCzPEbYl0SI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ukqXep8QRy4/s1600/DSCF0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCzPEbYl0SI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ukqXep8QRy4/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488989720835117346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCzPEFooQmI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xdKHmliexPQ/s1600/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCzPEFooQmI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xdKHmliexPQ/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488989714996806242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCzOFl6jSUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/CBtMd2dbLIE/s1600/DSCF0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCzOFl6jSUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/CBtMd2dbLIE/s320/DSCF0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488988641330153794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCzIuOPCILI/AAAAAAAAAmY/jo6PNpSY9kE/s1600/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCzIuOPCILI/AAAAAAAAAmY/jo6PNpSY9kE/s320/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488982742278480050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; George arrived in a wire crate  in the back of a van  a few years ago. The women who contacted  me told  me a co worker needed him  looked after for a few weeks  when she lost her job.  Story is, she never came back for him.  Now this women was reaching out to me  to take George and we corresponded by email a few times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; According  to this women George was neutered and his house  had three sides  made up  of  pieces of leaning plywood  with hay inside.  My  thought  was  "only three sides?" How did he keep warm  in the winter?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To my surprise at about  5 one night a van was outside my driveway.   I  looked  in the back of the van and saw a little  pig peering up at me from  his confines.   I immediatly assured  him   he would be safe here and knowing he would smell the others  I added  for him not to worry that i would not let the others get him.  I assured  him , there was good food here.  This would be very  important for any pig arriving at  my gates to know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all  the while doing this i was  evaluating his condition.  He had the distinctive look of a boar , a pig who is not neutered doesn't  have that rounded  look a neutered male would have in the face.  And as I blurted out "he's not neutered"  his tusks caught my eyes. Anger swelling up  in me i asked her if the tusk  on the other side of his face was going threw his cheek too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad now  all i wanted  to do was get that pig  unloaded and  crate carried  to the empty paddock,  and her off my  property.  She was  not as strong as i was and this  helped reach  my boiling point inside as  had of she let me know she was coming and  couldn't do this i  might of been able to have help here.  I wanted that pig out of that  crate and all this stop and starting was wasted energy  on  lifting him and setting him down and adding more stress to this pig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once out of the crate her added hay for his comfort  must of come out of his  old house  and its  filthy dusty condition  would of provided no warmth  from where he lived.  A dried up  french loaf  of bread was tossed to him by this women and promises  to send some financial support for his care. The offer of a rotten wet bale of hay  was declined and i could barley  speak to her at this point as she walked  up my driveway and back into her van and out of our lives forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following  morning volunteers arrived and  George rolled over for a belly rub  immediately.  Giving himself to us this way   only  hours after arriving  showed such trust  in  his new caregivers.  While  laying down   i fed the wire  between his cheek and  his tusk  and ended  his torment  in  8 seconds.   Blood gushed from  his  wound and the release  of that pressure, the tusk  was  in threw his mouth  almost  1 1/2 inches.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tusks do not grow over night, this  growth took between 1 and 2 years.  It would of  started rubbing  on his cheek  when he laid down.  Then within a few months  it would of  started to  put pressure  on his face  causing  a white scuff mark up and down  his cheeks  as he  opened and closed his mouth to eat. The pain  of it pushing into his face  would  of started  a few months later and as it grew  the tusk  would  tear into his flesh opening the wound wider as he chewed. By the time he arrived this little pig  was not  able to naturally open his mouth  to eat as those  tusks and the pain prevented  him from being able to do so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first few days  with me he refused carrots, every pig loves carrots!  Poor George  suffering  from the inability to eat them , refused them  because of the pain  it would cause him to eat . It took  3 days  for him to realized he could chew and open his mouth all the way  without  searing pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click on the picture in the blog it opens the size. You can see how the tusk has rubbed his cheek white from simple opening and then chewing his food. That was the better of the two sides, the other one was right threw his cheek and into his mouth. Basically speared by his own tusk. He has two deep dimples from where they penetrated his flesh.  Not all tusks will grow into the cheek, you see it happen a lot with over fed pigs as well as the ones growing inward . (I keep tusks trimmed to prevent them being hung up in wire fencing . And remember when you do trim , trim so the tusks are still poking just outside of the lips and NOT to the gum line. Tusk trimmed incorrectly can cause them to grow into the face or upward into the roof of the mouth.  Also NEVER EVER let anyone use breaking pliers to do tusks either. The lower tusks are part of the jaw and more pigs have died this way from hairline fractures. Infection is almost immediate and then death. Jiggley Wire saw only.)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George who  comes into the house  and manages the  stairs only as a pig who  was used to doing  this at some point in his life. He likes to be covered  with blankets,  takes  his treats so very gently  and all of this again  is learned from his past experiences. Someone at some point  was very good to this pig , but why  did they  not care about his tomorrows??   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gorgeous George  has  been  threw many experience in his  life before arriving here  and  ones that might  of left any one of us with some severe emotional baggage. George however did not loose  the goodness within him and is not bitter  or angry  with  humans  who betrayed him so terribly.  He was able to  hold onto  his gentle soul and he has flourished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When  your approach George  he looks up  into  your  heart with  an innocence from  his deep brown eyes.  They twinkle back at you,  and a soft touch  to his bristles  will  have him almost fall over as  he lays on his side for a good belly rub.  He sings  in a  rhythmic  piggy chant as he oof oof oof's  in delight.  As he lays  all stretched out from  deep inside of him  a  little heavenly whine  every  now and then in response to   shear pleasure  that has arrived  in his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am so   happy  your here George  so the love in you is free and received with as much  pleasure as it is to give it back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-8598442156470839096?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/8598442156470839096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=8598442156470839096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8598442156470839096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8598442156470839096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/georges-story.html' title='George&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCzPEbYl0SI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ukqXep8QRy4/s72-c/DSCF0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-6942128297715907105</id><published>2010-06-23T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:16:28.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Speak A thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCJ5imEBr8I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dbX7fnEOpPE/s1600/2010+June+23+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCJ5imEBr8I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dbX7fnEOpPE/s320/2010+June+23+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486080931330633666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCJ5iFRvWdI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fzmiDfT9FbU/s1600/2010+June+23+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCJ5iFRvWdI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fzmiDfT9FbU/s320/2010+June+23+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486080922529782226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCJ5hpnKMDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/SsyZq2oB2nI/s1600/2010+June+23+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCJ5hpnKMDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/SsyZq2oB2nI/s320/2010+June+23+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486080915103428658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCJ5hfKfF4I/AAAAAAAAAl4/7jNR62lxA8Y/s1600/2010+June+23+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCJ5hfKfF4I/AAAAAAAAAl4/7jNR62lxA8Y/s320/2010+June+23+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486080912298809218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCJ5gteJg3I/AAAAAAAAAlw/2YMMMpJSFLY/s1600/2010+June+23+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCJ5gteJg3I/AAAAAAAAAlw/2YMMMpJSFLY/s320/2010+June+23+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486080898959508338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-6942128297715907105?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/6942128297715907105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=6942128297715907105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6942128297715907105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6942128297715907105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures-speak-thousand-words.html' title='Pictures Speak A thousand Words'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TCJ5imEBr8I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dbX7fnEOpPE/s72-c/2010+June+23+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2483417912384329275</id><published>2010-06-19T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T08:35:55.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Much Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TBzjr5VXNSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/sH1qaFiZepg/s1600/daphne.JPG+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TBzjr5VXNSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/sH1qaFiZepg/s320/daphne.JPG+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484508789494723874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TBzjrXFTisI/AAAAAAAAAlg/qKj9dZBL-SM/s1600/Daphne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TBzjrXFTisI/AAAAAAAAAlg/qKj9dZBL-SM/s320/Daphne.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484508780300569282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazing donation  was handed to me by both Clare and Jenn who travel a long ways to get here and help when they can.  Young and beautiful girls who  look like a million bucks in rubber boots.  They work  at a trendy  bar down town Vancouver and  cashed in there tips  for the animals here. How cool is that!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee continues  to pick up produce  for the pigs weekly and her donations are really helping keeping our costs down. She arrives  with a smile on her face and  ready to listen to my woes and always  bring  apples when i need them the most. Last night she  brought ten water melons, some bread treats  and  kiwi.   On top  of  her offerings she  too left me a generous donation last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday  mornings as  you all know  is  designated  clean up for the animals here and once again i  hope some one beside my sister will arrive to help. Yesterday  she offered to pick up 230 lbs  apples for me and 50 lbs of carrots so now we have enough produce here to keep the pigs in  produce for the week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motor on my truck has packed it in again. I bought that truck  with a new rebuilt just put in, replaced it  a few years later and  now this one is gone.  Must be a factory reject as  now  they can't find one to  put in the darn thing and if they do I am looking at another 3000.00.  I simply can't be without a truck here so  i am  pushed into the market to look for another used one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with out transportation all week  here but that has made me deal with the office work  inside and  i  feel  a weight lifted  somewhat from getting  caught up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spend  about 3-4 hours  every morning  here returning emails.  I get  approx 65 emails a day here and many require a great deal of thought to reply.  Questions  ranging  everywhere from how do you trim a pigs hooves  to  what should i feed.  I suppose if my website  was more up to date and addressed some of these questions  it would save me a ton of time.  And  most information is on the net   but  if you don't  know what to look for  your not going to find the  help there.  And  it is for the pigs everywhere that i do this , it is what  i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also  keep Hearts On Noses   out there any way that i can  and down loading  a movie onto  utube last week netted a surprise sponsor for Tuskers!! A kind person  saw  our movie and went to  the website and is sending us 25.00 a month! All the way from Texas.  I told Tusker's some one saw his picture  and picked him from  all the pigs in the world  to choose from  to support.  I am sure he smiled  at me  when he wagged his tail in response.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday  while laying in the sun with Penny I saw her beautiful brown eye  look at me. I didn't need to  pull the fat folds away, she opened her  eyes and looked at me. "I told you"  i exclaimed and she "oofed"  in agreement.  Meaning once she lost  some weight and took off that old suit she would feel so much better and see the blue sky's of summer again. Little things i whispered  into  her ears at night when i tuck her in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam reports  Daphne is  settling in and  taking over the place, fat blind or not.  This over fed  unwanted pig in Kamloops found a great home after repeatably  posting her picture on face book trying to find her a home. Pam is like us and couldn't turn away  from the sad picture  of this pig and even  though  this pig is far from perfect,to Pam and Dave she is .  Fed  hog grower all her life  she is about 300 lbs and  totally  over weight and  huge besides all the extra fat she is wearing. But she has landed   in  pig paradise and is blooming  now as she  learns what it is like to be loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2483417912384329275?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2483417912384329275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2483417912384329275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2483417912384329275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2483417912384329275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-is-much-good.html' title='There Is Much Good'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TBzjr5VXNSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/sH1qaFiZepg/s72-c/daphne.JPG+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-6773820966774632814</id><published>2010-06-12T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:13:58.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddy Waters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TBRpBE6sTrI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ovdjT1DISoM/s1600/2010+Feb+18+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TBRpBE6sTrI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ovdjT1DISoM/s320/2010+Feb+18+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482122113637437106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Every time i go to sit down  its late and I still need to feed the kids inside like  my  dog Buddy and the cats,  Luke and Patou.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The last few weeks have been exhausting  with the garage sale  Mom and my sister and I  put on to start.  We made 350.00 and  that is  including the  1.35 in the donation tin. We were supported by two friends who drove a hell of a long way to come, Marion and Donna thank you so much.  Donna also brought along  30 bags of popcorn  and  the pigs had there party with it  last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The first day of the sale  a Mission Brownie Team leader stopped in to tell me  14 kids were loaded with apples standing at the gates of the Sanctuary.  I did need to go back and check   on  the animals anyhow  so  i raced back here  to give them a tour and then raced back again.  Pigs had breakfast before i left and  lucky  them they had lunch too ;o)      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The rain  is brutal and  some of the pigs  areas are so muddy  you can't tell where the poop or the mud ended. To  muddy  too push filled wheel barrows  threw  i  simply park it outside the paddocks and then heave over  a 54" fence. Tonight my shoulders are killing me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thankfully  Carolyne and Alex joined my sister and I  with the work here today  as  i wasn't at my strongest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CDART  which  stands for  Canadian  Disaster Animal Rescue Team  arrived at  around  lunch time to  go over  our itinerary  for an October Pig Handling Course. &lt;br /&gt;Deb, Heather and Cheryl and I ate lunch, belly rubbed pigs and went over our rescue  plans  if and when needed.  It  feels good  to have a team like this  in your corner as they have been for many years now.  If we ever have to  be evacuated  they are ready for us in Kelowna , but will have an immediate plan to get us out of here and somewhere temporarily  if needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My truck has been giving me trouble and i did make to buy hay   on that one sunny day we had  last week. After picking it up  yesterday from the shop, today it sounds worse then ever.  I need to make a dump run and  more critical is i am out of everything for the pigs.  No produce , no breakfast and  maybe one night of dinner and we need shavings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The guys from  B.C. Regional  Corrections were here three times  this week and  the perimeter fencing  is done.  As some of the guys were finishing that  up the rest of the crew  was cleaning up bush and  trimming  low branches.  Tons of work  done and  we have been discussing the mud issues and where to start digging  ditches.  The place is really coming together  with  the help of this  crew and it is really  looking good.  My dog Buddy   loves these guys and  awakes  early  in the morning  to go look out the window.   He wants  out  so excited and returns to the house disappointed   a few minutes later  when there not out there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My  friend Jean  lost  two of her dog  kids  a week apart ,  i can't  imagine the sorrow .. Oliver lost his life after a sitter  let him off leash at the beach  and that 16 year old dog  never recovered after the shock of  almost drowning. Belle  after  emergency vet care came home  and  drifted away  in Jeans arms the day after.  Another friend  prepares to help  her senior  cross over  in the next few days..  all loved tremendously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My  unemployment insurance  ran out so  the search for work  is  on me..i do have an idea  here  lets hope it sells  once completed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well  my eyes are ready to close and  i  better get the rest of us fed ,  have a good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-6773820966774632814?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/6773820966774632814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=6773820966774632814' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6773820966774632814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6773820966774632814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/06/muddy-waters.html' title='Muddy Waters'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TBRpBE6sTrI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ovdjT1DISoM/s72-c/2010+Feb+18+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-4057886407640152001</id><published>2010-06-01T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:30:11.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GARAGE SALE  JUNE 5 AND 6</title><content type='html'>GARAGE SALE  FUND RAISER FOR HEARTS ON NOSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                NOTE : THIS IS NOT  AT THE SANCTUARY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Where:  33470 -12th Ave.,  Mission  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            When :  Saturday 9-4  June 5&lt;br /&gt;                                        Sunday   9-1   June 6&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; We have been collecting  for a year again friends.  Assorted vintage  books , paintings , lamps,  china  and  glass ware.  Craft  stuff , pet stuff including  horses tack and  pony winter  blankets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We are also asking  for donations  of quality  stuff we can re sell  but ask    that  clothes, computer stuff  incl  books, foot ware, ski stuff ,   magazines  and plastics be left behind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Contact Janice  if you have  some good stuff  and hope to see you there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-4057886407640152001?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/4057886407640152001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=4057886407640152001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4057886407640152001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4057886407640152001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/06/garage-sale-june-5-and-6.html' title='GARAGE SALE  JUNE 5 AND 6'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-3617669223402173920</id><published>2010-05-29T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T12:46:35.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TAE2c1KqmfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Gwu7DAZFBiY/s1600/2010+Feb+21+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TAE2c1KqmfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Gwu7DAZFBiY/s320/2010+Feb+21+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476718490795284978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long week-end   was really quiet  except for two  families who visited  here.  I had started the pen work  on  Friday so  when  no one came to help Saturday  morning at  least I had a jump on it.   I worked  every day  for  about  5 hours  raking , pushing wheel barrows and then doing fresh waters for every one.  Its really  all the physical labor I can  manage  and normally come in  around 2: 30 eat, shower and take a couple of hours   before I go out and feed dinner to everyone.  It takesme  four days  to do the pen work by myself.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Penny is having trouble again and watching her strain  is heart breaking.  Every day sometimes twice a day  I try and help her   before I get cleaned  up and then again  just before I go to bed.     By  Thursday  night she welcomed   my assistance and  laid there while I cleaned her out.  A new diet , I   keep trying  and have seen positive results for my sweet kissy girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tuesday  morning the guys would return from  B.C. Corrections  I left here at 7:30   to head into town  to buy another roll of fencing and a load of  2x 4’s  so they could continue there work here.  The perimeter fencing  is almost  done now  and   the animals  will be safe from  getting out  and into trouble.     So I was back  by 9  and  I pretty well   spent the morning  following the crew around , getting extension cords out ,  finding hardware  to  use  back and forth  from one end to the other side of the pasture .  And then putting them all away  when they leave.   Other then that  I took  the day   pretty  easy  and considered this my day off.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wednesday  after the crew  left I  went to town   to get feed , another roll of wire  , the food for me and   it was  4 when I got home. It  took about an hour  to  get everything put away . Cleaning up the feed room as  I  unloaded and  getting the wire off my truck and then putting the groceries away.  Had something to eat  a break and back out for  dinners for the kids.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thursday   the guys weren’t coming  but it wasn’t raining so off to Pitt Meadows  I went  to  pick up a load of bedding for the pigs .    I got home and  added  hay to all the pigs houses , put  the rest of it away and  I was done by  1  but tired as  moving hay  is heavy work again and  pushing  it one bale  a time by wheel barrow to each  house .  Once you get  in the sheds  you   pull it apart  to fluff  it up and  see  how much  more  required if needed.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Friday the guys are back and  I am  in the house at just before 2.00 after  putting all  my tools  , nails ect away.     I am  going to eat and  do nothing  more until dinner for the  kids.  I didn’t  want to  do anything too heavy today  so I am in  good form  for  tomorrow mornings  piggy  clean up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two weeks has gone by with  no one helping  with  the animals care here , i really need to find some loyal animal lovers  who  want to help me do this before i go back to work full time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There has been  no fundraisers  since  December by  Karmavore  and  the relocation  and  setting  everything up safe  again  has been costly and is on going.  100ft of wire fencing  is 247.50 and i have purchased  4 rolls now , this price does  not include the posts and  2 x 4s.  I have spent  and put everything  i have into this  from the property to the pen work  ,now fencing  and i still need outside lighting and  tons of bark mulch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; During the pen work for Panda i  have missing my Dads level,  a battery charger, a drill, fencing hammer  and several  spades.  During the work here for the fencing  tools break and  a tape measure, a shovel and a few rakes need to be replaced.  I also  bought two new wheel barrow tires at a cost of 45.00 each,  50ft hose  to attach to the 100ft  one so i can reach all the paddocks for waters.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Several of the sheds  need work, new roofs , new floors , door work  required and all of this  will have me back  at the lumber yard.  And   oh  who is going to do the work, some one else i will need to hire who will rob me blind when i'm not looking?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Long and short of this post is to answer inquiring minds  as to what i do here all day  as i am not working  at a full time job. When i do work  i am not a carpenter or a farm worker and  no way can  i take anything that involves labor as  i have  to keep my physical  strength for here.  Working 4-5 hours a day at heavy work  is all i can do and is  only 60% of the job  i do  here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I need help to do this , there has to be some one out there who can help me . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Saturday  morning and its raining out , the work  will be hard  as mud/manure is heavy and difficult to push a wheel barrow threw.  I know my sister is coming.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Edited to add  my sister is the only help  who arrived here so there is still two days of  pen work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-3617669223402173920?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/3617669223402173920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=3617669223402173920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3617669223402173920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3617669223402173920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/05/volunteers.html' title='Volunteers'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/TAE2c1KqmfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Gwu7DAZFBiY/s72-c/2010+Feb+21+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-8405650318980043351</id><published>2010-05-19T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:54:50.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro's and Con's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S_P0xBS6XRI/AAAAAAAAAlE/sRsD66sbDFc/s1600/2010+may+6+again+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S_P0xBS6XRI/AAAAAAAAAlE/sRsD66sbDFc/s320/2010+may+6+again+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472987095183809810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S_P0w2YOBpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/CSvdZ9KNbio/s1600/2010+may+6+again+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S_P0w2YOBpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/CSvdZ9KNbio/s320/2010+may+6+again+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472987092253279890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnaby Pathfinders  returned to the Sanctuary Saturday  morning  and  took care of the animals in so many ways.  The girls took turns at chores   like  raking  manure , scrubbing  out water tubs , moving brush and  even replaced  a tire on  one of the wheel barrows.  I can't say enough about  the girls and the team leaders  here  as they attack every project  with  a smile on there face and nothing is too much for them to handle. I see a bright future for these girls  as the life skills they  learn  with this  organization is clearly building a solid foundation for there tomorrows.  Just before they  must leave   time is set aside to spend with the  animals too. Treats and love shared  with everyone  and  watching two little girls  tossing  treats  over there backs  to keep big Rose  off of there's  is an image  that makes me smile and one i won't ever forget.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Community Service  has sent me someone new and Nick tackled my wood pile   and got almost all  of it  organized  out front and  that eye sore out of  the way. Now  everything is  separated , easy to get too and i know what i have  under that pile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My sister  was here and she did the barn and raked the pasture  of manure! Then  a surprise visit by  both Carolyne our bunny girl,   and Alex  who arrived   with her dog little dog  Sophie.  They  finished  up the last two piggy paddocks ,  thank goodness !!  And what a treat it was to just sit around  after and visit  in the sun,  and then  take little Sophie for a walk around the acreage.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; B.C. Corrections  has a work  program for  low profile offenders  and i have hired about ten guys and they have been down  here every day since  last Wednesday.  They removed all the salmon  berry  brush that  was climbing over the  8ft fence  line  on the acreage out back.  Posts and wire needs  to be replaced  and  we will reuse  what  we can.  I also  needed  boards put down  on the bottom of  the entire fence line to keep snouties  from rooting under and ending up at my neighbors  for dinner.  This will also  bring  safety  to the animals here and  not make  it so easy for black bears  to climb over.  When you  look out back  you see  the forest now and we have added  some square footage too as the fence is being moved back about 40-50 ft in some places.  This gives  the pigs some natural habitat to explore and  shade for my  horses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do let out some of the pigs  when the guys are here and of course Buddy and  some of my  more professional moochers set up camp  around the cook as he prepares  lunch for the crew.    What  they did  in life to  have them end  up where they are is none of my business  but i will tell you they are  polite, respectful and  mindful of me  and the animals  here.  Sharing  there lunch and left overs , petting pigs and horses  is a common sight.  And my dog Buddy  is exhausted when they leave. ;o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So this morning  Mom  has baked two large apple pies and she  will arrive  with her gift  for our  working crew this morning. A small diversion from  prison life with a token of  our appreciation , what could be better but a slice of Moms apple pie.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The pigs we placed are doing well  in there new homes  and  have spoken  to both families.  Polly and Anna's  Mom called  worried  because  one of the pigs wouldn't eat dinner one night. The following morning  that  pig got up and headed out with new Mom tailing her. And that took her right to the  shed where the chicken feed is kept and  lead  her to the bag she had  got into the day before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Daphne the  over fed  girl  is  learning all about love and trust  at her new home as the fat has left her blind and deaf.  Pretty scary  for a pig to be moved  some where new and not having sight to see  where she landed.  But her new family  is  proving to her  she  is safe now and she can root  to her content if she wants too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lugar (  3 legged Shepard)  is still missing on the island and now another dog( boxer)  is missing in Langley  who needs  medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Following these stories and the pet  rabbit slaughter at the  Victoria University and then watching the CBC  footage  taken at a  Calgary  horse slaughter plant is enough to make  any one sick.  If one of those  horses  or rabbits  was in your back yard  you would be facing  Animal Cruelty charges. But  animal production plants  and  government agencies are clearly above the law. A handful of us   in this cesspool of sickness  has  me wondering  if  we will ever evolve  into a compassionate society.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; An up close shot of our cute  Panda Man and  new guy Sherman  checking out where he has moved too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We are  grateful  to all of you who have helped me  create Sanctuary, where  our residents are safe and surrounded  by love here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-8405650318980043351?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/8405650318980043351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=8405650318980043351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8405650318980043351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8405650318980043351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/05/pros-and-cons.html' title='Pro&apos;s and Con&apos;s'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S_P0xBS6XRI/AAAAAAAAAlE/sRsD66sbDFc/s72-c/2010+may+6+again+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-5316889386787011299</id><published>2010-05-12T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:34:22.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S-q-i5blvuI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pY-OT7D-SZs/s1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S-q-i5blvuI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pY-OT7D-SZs/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470394204136259298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S-q8YHEq3YI/AAAAAAAAAks/zAPbQR9aVd0/s1600/Daphne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S-q8YHEq3YI/AAAAAAAAAks/zAPbQR9aVd0/s320/Daphne.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470391819796405634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S-q538FbulI/AAAAAAAAAkk/LU1-H4rvEyk/s1600/Polly+and+Anna+transport.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S-q538FbulI/AAAAAAAAAkk/LU1-H4rvEyk/s320/Polly+and+Anna+transport.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470389068067748434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S-q5mltzY5I/AAAAAAAAAkc/xDwTrA-27Q4/s1600/Polly+and+Anna+new+home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S-q5mltzY5I/AAAAAAAAAkc/xDwTrA-27Q4/s320/Polly+and+Anna+new+home.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470388770005279634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a month ago a gal contacted  me  who had just moved into a rental  property  in Langley.  Two pigs had been left behind  and in a matter of weeks her call regarding care  went to  i might keep them to i have to get  rid of them. I assured  her  i would  take care of them to just give me some time to try and find them  a home.  Her life  also  fell apart as did her marriage and  the pigs were abandoned once again.  Enter Karen who adopted  two of our pigs a few years ago  jumps to my emergencies  for transport agreed to  foster them for a confident two weeks max. Just how many pigs can  i take care of by myself during the week, i have 40 here now?  Miracles  do happen  and an email came  in from our out reach and  networking, these two pigs were wanted  by a family  outside of Kelowna.  Home check and vet references aced  , Karen  transported  the kids  on monday to there forever home. These two girls have some pretty nice artwork  in there  heated house complete  with automatic water stations and   hay nesting materials.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; About two months ago a family contacted me from Kamloops. They had a  4 year old female house pig  who was tying them down. They could never go any where  because of there pig.  Not only was this pig over fed she was massive  thanks to the hog grower she was fed. Fat blind  and huge  i didn't  think i would ever find her a home and wondered  where i would put her  here.  Its hard enough to find  good homes for pot bellied pigs  here never mind  a huge one. Her  one and only picture supplied  by her family is one of a fat depressed  pig.   Awwwww but the wonders of technology and face book i posted that picture and met  many new pig friends.  Daphene arrived  with her frying pan for a dinner dish and  her blankets  to her new forever home  in Sorrento on Monday.  This fat blind cranky  pig wasn't allowed  on the grass at her old place and she doesn't know it yet but she  has been transported  to  paradise. There she goes with  her  little step brother in  pursuit on grass  like any pig needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-5316889386787011299?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/5316889386787011299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=5316889386787011299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5316889386787011299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5316889386787011299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/05/three-pigs.html' title='The Three Pigs'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S-q-i5blvuI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pY-OT7D-SZs/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-8534819750932474804</id><published>2010-05-05T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:10:13.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to feed?</title><content type='html'>Every once in  a while  a conversation about  feed  comes into play.  I have  addressed the issue  on  my  website and  it really needs to be updated. The topic makes me crazy and on my website i have  basically  said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pigs are just that, pigs. You would not feed cat food to your dog nor should you feed dog food to your pig. People way smarter then us have scientifically developed feed which contain the correct nutritional value , minerals and vitamins they need.&lt;br /&gt;Over feeding or feeding the wrong  food can cause so many  medical  problems  I can't begin to address them all here.  &lt;br /&gt; Pigs who  develop too much fat around the head  causes blindness as the fat closes in over their eyes.  They will also go deaf as the fat  smothers everything. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Too little feed or the incorrect  one  will not keep your pig small, it will just cause development problems and you will have a starving pig  in varied stages  of malnutrition. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sadly  many still think  they  are doing right  as they have followed  advise from  the feed stores and they may be  the biggest problem here.  Some people take there jobs seriously and educated  themselves so they can represent  the product they  merchandise  on behalf  of the animals they stock food for, some do not.  I think  some  merchandisers  will sell you anything to make the sale for various reasons. Maybe they don't  bring  the correct feed in,  they  can't be bothered  too  or they  make more  money selling you a bag of cheap rabbit pellets then they would  on a bag of specialized feed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The base  for many of the  grazing farm animal feeds is the same, for example it maybe hay based or alfalfa based. It will have added selenium,vitamins and minerals for example  to support  the species  it is being milled for.   What i am saying here is that  you may see many of the  same things  listed   on  your feed bags from  one animal to the next.  However  the ratios  for different species  is totally different , these feeds are NOT the same or good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't get my head around how people can  buy  hog grower ,  horse pellets , rabbit pellets  or chicken feed for there pigs. The key  clue here is  what it is being milled for and states that  right on the bag.  It is being formulated  for that specific species ONLY.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your pigs need  the correct nutritional value and the  ratio of food , vitamin and mineral content  to  keep your animal  healthy. Everything  you eat  or  you feed  your animal should be about optimum health for  long life.  This equals  good skeleton growth  to  organs and  what the feed  is formulated to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A low protein diet formulated for rabbits  for example  is  the wrong  feed ratio requirements  for a pig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hog Grower is  milled  to  &lt;blockquote&gt;increase speed  growth&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  for  these doomed  pigs  to  ready for slaughter. Do not ever feed your  pet pot bellied  pigs  this formula.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rabbit food  is  high protein   do not be fooled  that thinking a  12% protein designed for rabbits is a low protein diet for pigs because it is only 12%.  Same as horse, chicken or big pig feed.  These percentages  are calculated  ratios for the specific breed.  Rabbit feed is too high of a protein no matter what percentage it is  as that  percentage  is calculated   by what is required for rabbits not pigs.  Not only will this add  fat  it will  cause  liver and kidneys  to work harder  to  filter /process   incorrect  feed ratios.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also i will point out here that  pot bellied pigs are prone to kidney stones and the feed  has additives to help alleviate the probability  of  your pigs getting them.  Male pigs die from blocked urinary tracts  every day , it is why  feeding the correct  food and protein levels  for  the correct species  is so important.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please buy  your pot bellied pig  feed  that is being milled for  pot bellied pigs.  It  took  years  for scientists, professors , nutritionists , behaviorists  and veterinarians  to  come up with the right  formula to keep  your pot bellied pigs at optimum health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-8534819750932474804?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/8534819750932474804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=8534819750932474804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8534819750932474804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8534819750932474804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-to-feed.html' title='What to feed?'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-5854491780440771595</id><published>2010-05-02T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T10:10:05.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers Bring May Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S92x5L7LgVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/c9dGWFIN1sE/s1600/2010+may+1+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S92x5L7LgVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/c9dGWFIN1sE/s320/2010+may+1+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466721118709317970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S92xYtm0r1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/IxDQ0H2rmHM/s1600/2010+may+1+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S92xYtm0r1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/IxDQ0H2rmHM/s320/2010+may+1+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466720560815058770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S92xOFWPoII/AAAAAAAAAj0/zhaS5CSlsy0/s1600/2010+may+1+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S92xOFWPoII/AAAAAAAAAj0/zhaS5CSlsy0/s320/2010+may+1+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466720378209411202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S92xNnciP_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/5O9h1XShXBs/s1600/2010+may+1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S92xNnciP_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/5O9h1XShXBs/s320/2010+may+1+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466720370182733810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading up to Saturday  our  join up for volunteers wasn't looking too  promising. In fact after 9;00 am  that morning and looking out side with the rain  coming down i feared no one was coming.  I couldn't of been more wrong and surprised.  Two new friends Clare and Jenn  arrived  with gloves and rubber boots  and proceeded with doing all the  dishes and doing waters.  Kelly who is a long time piggy friend  rounded up three friends and attacked the pasture, the barn and took out a fence that opened the acreage up even more.  Mitch who is doing community hours is a a HUGE  help and  while i  do  one lane of  the piggy paddocks  he is  doing all the rest.  Alex and Sophie( pooch) arrive and even more  gets done!  By 1;00 we were all soaked, dirty, proud  and happy!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The pigs were spoiled  with gifts of peanuts, raisins,  grapes, carrots,  apples , and celery.   So they had breakfast, snacks and lunch!! lol   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile Marty was busy putting the finishing touches on Pandas  paddock  and our little fat man worked off some calories  pacing and chewing  on  his new digs. Just so you all know  one pigs  paddock  cost the Sanctuary  over  $2000.00.  His impeding neuter will be another 600.00. Thank goodness  Marty  got the shed  Panda called home since he arrived   renovated and moved or that would  of been another added expense.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jane a new friend and teacher arrived with a BIG surprise a few weeks ago.  With Tory  starting his journey to Heaven i am  only now catching up.  Thankfully Panda has been sponsored by her Div 3 class at Harry Sayers Elementary School who put on an Easter egg( plastic eggs)  hunt to benefit Elizabeth's Wildlife Center and us!  How cool is that and i am looking forward to there visit here  in the near future!       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alex and I came  in the house and  looked up some remedies for her pooch and alone at 4  i finally did three nights of dishes.  Cheryl arrived  20 minutes into them  with a case of vegan  dog biscuits for Buddy and the pigs.  A visit lead  her into helping me feed the pigs and by  8 i was alone and  starving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love it when  people ask me what i do  with  my time...every day  i work for the pigs  ..every minute of every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pigs left behind in  Langley were rounded up by  Karen  who has two of our pigs and helps me with transport all the time.  And  our good fortune carry's on with  receiving an email from someone  wonderful  in Kelowna who  wants to adopt them.   Deb  of CritterCare and CDART  did the home check for us  and  me thinks these two pigs  will be traveling to there new home on Monday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still searching for a home for a pig in  Kamloops  and  every day I worry  when two girly pigs, who are on borrowed  time at a California Shelter.  And Lugar a missing dog  who  you can  read about  on Jeans Blog " My Life with Critters"  that you can find   on blogs that i follow here.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having problems with  my system and will try pictures  later ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-5854491780440771595?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/5854491780440771595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=5854491780440771595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5854491780440771595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5854491780440771595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/05/april-showers-bring-may-flowers.html' title='April Showers Bring May Flowers'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S92x5L7LgVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/c9dGWFIN1sE/s72-c/2010+may+1+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-7315265745915304629</id><published>2010-04-24T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:14:04.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pigs and  more pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S9Ozcd8Hf-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/bSzwO3WjEhI/s1600/2010+April+23+Wilbe+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S9Ozcd8Hf-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/bSzwO3WjEhI/s320/2010+April+23+Wilbe+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463908074585030626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S9OyUyKuneI/AAAAAAAAAi8/T1jmAO4zG_o/s1600/2010+April+24+Sherman+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S9OyUyKuneI/AAAAAAAAAi8/T1jmAO4zG_o/s320/2010+April+24+Sherman+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463906843064442338" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S9OyUUNidRI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mPL8Teqdqec/s1600/2010+April+24+Sherman+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S9OyUUNidRI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mPL8Teqdqec/s320/2010+April+24+Sherman+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463906835023164690" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S9OyT7xe_RI/AAAAAAAAAis/_ZxLSQO6O1Y/s1600/2010+April+24+Sherman+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S9OyT7xe_RI/AAAAAAAAAis/_ZxLSQO6O1Y/s320/2010+April+24+Sherman+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463906828463045906" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Tortillas crossing it  took me a few days  to  get moving again after  that long struggle  to try and keep Tory with me longer.  And  poor Panda man being stuck in that shed is sucking the energy out of me everyday. I have lost track  of how many guys i have had  down here and  the quest to get it finished is still before me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with Tory's paddock empty  i wasn't really ready   to  put a pig in there  but  Panda wins over what  i am ready for.  So  i got the water dish filled  and  raked up some of his bedding and  out walked Panda  into the sun.  We casually  walked  up pasture  and past the  horses who were eating  there hay.  About 45 minutes of meandering  Panda caught scent of  unspayed  Cassandra.  It took a while to coax  him around  but he followed chomping and foaming at the mouth all the way.  The fence fighting with his neighbor Don Juan started  right  away and the two of them raced back and forth   up there fence lines.   Panda alive with the scent of the females here  was so  fired up he was beside himself.  Hunks of the wood   on the bottom rails were ripped right off by his agitated  self . He rooted his  water dish   and then  cooled himself off  by rolling in the wet soil he rooted up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't  stand to watch him and came in the house hoping he would settle down  in a few hours.  My sister stopped  by  a few hours later and when she came in the house i asked her did you see  Panda Man?  How could she miss him??? Then she looked out the window and said " he looks like he is in the pen next door".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fearing a huge fight already  in progress i leaped to my feet and we raced outside  to get him out of there. That fat pig climbed over the fence, in his quest to get to lady Cassandra!!!  Nancy and I got him out of there  just in time to see Don  poke his head out the door way  to see what all the commotion was about. Panda followed us  all the way back  to his  shed and i have never seen a pig more happy to be home.  He tossed himself into his straw in sheer exhaustion.  Pandas pen must be fortified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had 14 little kids visit  from a Day care Centre  so that was fun, cute little kids in  pink, piglet t's and hand crafted piggy masks.  Patsy had  prepared little juice box lunches for them all so they  had lunch here on the picnic tables.  Casanova, Winnie and Dylan circled the camp  for  left overs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday  afternoon i received a call from Jeff  who  I  met  when he reached out to me to home his lone piggy. He worked long hours and is   a single dad  with shared custody of his daughter.  At the time i was at the old place and was doing my best to not take in any more pigs and after his visit  he understood and could see i already had enough on my  plate and left me with a nice donation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The reason for his call was  in desperation, his home had burnt down  that very day and  he needed Sherman the piggy out of there.  So today Sherman  arrived and he wagged his tail and according to Jeff he has never seen his pig so  alive!!  My tears of sorrow for this little pig  have been replaced by thoughts  of his good &lt;br /&gt;fortune at arriving  here today.  This  little 4 1/2 year old ,one eared  piggy moving  into Tortillas paddock seemed so right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-7315265745915304629?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/7315265745915304629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=7315265745915304629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7315265745915304629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7315265745915304629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/04/since-tortillas-crossing-it-took-me-few.html' title='pigs and  more pigs'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S9Ozcd8Hf-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/bSzwO3WjEhI/s72-c/2010+April+23+Wilbe+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2815098007140744655</id><published>2010-04-17T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:07:31.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tortilla Flys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S8oxE9-XZzI/AAAAAAAAAik/KZap7VA62F0/s1600/Tortilla+and+the+horses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S8oxE9-XZzI/AAAAAAAAAik/KZap7VA62F0/s320/Tortilla+and+the+horses.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461231459565528882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March  23,2003  is a significant date for two reasons.   Willy  my  beloved first pig  would be going to heaven, and secondly because  this is  the same day   9 year old Tortilla  arrived.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Going back and forth  from  Willy to Tortilla   had  me ask  him for a kiss too and unlike Willy’s  gentle Eskimo kiss , Tory just about knocked me over.   The following day  Tortilla was in his house and  I was sobbing   over Willy  and talking out loud  to  Tory about how I understood   what it is like to loose someone you love.  Tortilla’s  human father  had succumbed to cancer so  he would be grieving too.   With tears streaming down my face Tortilla came  roaring out of his  house  towards me and  me trying to    get up and give him back   my reaction  he went flying over the water dish  and got away.  Welcome  home Tortilla.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tried to give Tortilla little things he had been used too when he had his family.  Spending  nights in the big house and  getting   peoples  food on occasion and covering him with blankets on the couch.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tortilla  took a long time  for him to accept   me, and  I accepted that he would always be his Dads pig   but this was totally different  when it came to my Mom.   Tory came to life when my  Mom would come over  as she cooed  “Tory its Grandma , your Grandma’s boy  aren’t you” .  His eyes  would get bright and  his nose would be raised  to her  with a  waggy tail.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tortilla’s  heart also  was with his horses.   I have pictures and movies of him   laying with them,  getting nuzzled  by Dior  and grazing together.   Last year  when  he  was notably  slower   he still will  walk all the way   out to the pasture  to be with them , if he was close   to his herd he was happy.   When I moved all of us here  I made sure  his  paddock  would back  onto the horses fence, by the barn   so he could always be near them.    And when we moved  Tortilla  into the  shed   to care for him  Dior   would poke her head  threw the   opening of the top portion of the barn door. She  felt the same way about him  as  she   looked over  to her friend.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night  for his dinner  I brought  out  ice cream and pears  his favorite.  Tortilla could not hold himself up and rested  on his side .   I hand fed  orange slices and  I cupped my hand  under his face  to catch the pieces  that would fall out   the other side  so I could  pop them back in there.  We had a good rhythm going some times.   And while I fed him  we talked about  old times.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I  told him if he could get up  I would stop all of this  so if he wasn’t ready  he better try.  But this morning  he could barley swallow a sliver of a piece  pizza  and I found the second little piece under his cheek later .no struggle  this morning to try and get  it back in his mouth. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told  Tortilla that  Willy told me  it was like  a warm rush  when he flew  to heaven.  And that  Willy said  pigs do have wings and Tortilla  got  really still and  quiet   when I shared this vital information.  I told him he  was a good good pig  and that  I loved him so much .  I reminded him of how perfect  he  is , perfect nose , perfect ears  , nice bristles and  a kissable snouty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I took off my ball cap  and gave him a gentle kiss this morning.    My sister and  a good friend Jane  surrounded  him  while  Tortilla  got sedated and   I went threw what I  had already  told him  that I would be right here  as  the doctor  gave him something to make him  all sleepy , it wouldn’t hurt   and then he would fly. That he would see his Dad   there , something   I  promised  him a long time ago.   You will see your Dad again Tory , your  going to see your Dad.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2815098007140744655?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2815098007140744655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2815098007140744655' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2815098007140744655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2815098007140744655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/04/tortilla-flys.html' title='Tortilla Flys'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S8oxE9-XZzI/AAAAAAAAAik/KZap7VA62F0/s72-c/Tortilla+and+the+horses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-4317117372911038525</id><published>2010-04-16T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:56:44.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My words to a friend  this morning..</title><content type='html'>It will take a miracle now.. and I found a post on my blog  from almost a year ago   when Tory started  to have trouble.  My hope that meds are going to help old age  or quite possible a pig full of cancer  are getting dim.   I couldn’t bare to  turn him  over  yesterday..his cries  are pathetic when I  reposition his head for feeding.   Cries from a pig who is  hurting or week  grumbling  from a pig like all pigs who hate to be handled like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night he just about came unglued when I brought him spaghetti.. but  once the food is gone  is  succumbs to his  weakness.  I  helped my  best dog friend down  at 16 years  old when she too could no longer  get up..  I took her to McDonalds   and she  loved her  ice cream and hamburger   but then  laid down  in the truck  with that glazed look in her eyes.. then we  went to the vets..   I didn’t  put her threw all of this perhaps  this answers my  self  in what I am to do to day…crying…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-4317117372911038525?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/4317117372911038525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=4317117372911038525' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4317117372911038525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4317117372911038525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-words-to-friend-this-morning.html' title='My words to a friend  this morning..'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-7684849437281432462</id><published>2010-04-15T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T14:23:13.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S8eDuqHZYfI/AAAAAAAAAic/FEb3FWTMFI8/s1600/Resize+of+DSCF0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S8eDuqHZYfI/AAAAAAAAAic/FEb3FWTMFI8/s320/Resize+of+DSCF0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460477910812549618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla is no better and  no worse.. tomorrow  will tell much as  then he would have been  on all these antibiotics for at least three days. I added a new one last night...  He is resting comfy  on a stack of blankets in Penny's house. Between me checking on him every  hour  he has the close company of another pig.  He is never  alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have  gone threw the morning  with the norm, Meds to Tory, jucie and apples.  Carrots  for all the  pigs breakfast  except for Panda Man  i took some pellets and a cut up apple.  Hopefully his pen and house will be ready for Saturday.  And  one of the guys is here working  on that and yet it feels so quiet here .  I have reponded to emails  and  net worked for two pigs.  Did the dishes and handed a extra carrot to Mouse.  I  talked  to Wayne my shed guy on the phone  for a little bit too and Mouse is now oofing behind me.  The sun is out , the birds are singing and  the  water fall  in the pond creates a ripple in the water, There is  movement, sound  and  light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went down stairs  and got the fly masks for the horses and gave them a good brush.  No need for halters and lead ropes   , my two girls stand in a row waiting for me to  love on them.  Brushing there  beautiful mane  and  tails out, with a reward of alflafa for being so good after.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And as i  went threw  all of these  rituals if you will today , it felt like i did them  all in a trance. My heart is heavy  with worry for Tortilla and  even though with all this going on around me  my decisions regarding him  are  mine and  it can be quite  lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-7684849437281432462?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/7684849437281432462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=7684849437281432462' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7684849437281432462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7684849437281432462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/04/tory.html' title='Tory'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S8eDuqHZYfI/AAAAAAAAAic/FEb3FWTMFI8/s72-c/Resize+of+DSCF0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-3885282468497926161</id><published>2010-04-10T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:54:54.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Good Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S8FWFt9UKdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/JhREVXMP8Zo/s1600/2010+March+23+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S8FWFt9UKdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/JhREVXMP8Zo/s320/2010+March+23+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458738879585855954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thursday  morning  breakfast ends at Tortillas  paddock,    a 16 1/2 year old who  needs  help getting up sometimes.  I gave him a lift  but he weebled  and bobbed and then crashed to ground.  Unlike a cat or dog  who might just lay there a pig screams out in panic.. unable to get up i  hoisted him up and repeated this about  ten times.  Unable to leave him..what am i to do?    Thankfully Leanne arrived  to  do trim horse's hooves  and she helped me load Tortilla  into the lower section of  a crate  and onto a  wheel cart. We then rolled  him into  Penny's  big shed and  got him bedded down.  Exhausted  he fell to sleep. Tortilla is a healthy weight at  oh  about 170 lbs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What  can you do for a senior pig who  looses the ability to  use  his hind end?  Well a  few calls to the vet  and correspondence  to a friend  who is a vet in the states and  an email to  another friend who is a  homeopathic.  I covered  every approach here .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two days  of diet change, one night of pain killers and  on going  homeopathic remedies. This mornings shock  was finding Tortilla laying in a pool of blood  and urine soaked  cement. How he got out of his  confines , but he did get up too poop and then  that is when  all hell broke loose for him.  Thankfully  the blood  was a cut foot  not something  internal.. poor guy.  What luck  this would occur  on a Saturday morning  when  help would arrive  and  help me  get this  big boy  cleaned up, cozy and securely penned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The rest of the day  pretty well went the same way.  A new guy doing community hours with farm  experience  was a blessing as  he got  started on the big pigs paddocks and pretty well did them all. Alex and Cesar arrived  and could only stay and hour  driving all this way from Surrey  to  rake poop too. Melissa and Sue  came to help for the day and  for the first time so got to work on the waters after they helped me with Tortilla  until the well stopped  providing us with water.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the phone with the well repair guy  i see Rose charge Mouse, enter my racing after a farm pig with  one boot on and one boot off. Telephone  flying in the air and falling to pieces and  my  well guy is still on  the phone  after  i retrieve it and put it back together.  lol.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two guys  i hired  to start bush whacking  started  yesterday at 10am.  I had to go get groceries  so confirmed with them  they would  be here when i got back so i left pigs out and the house  open. I got home at 3 , no guys, pigs out , house open, tools everywhere.  No note , no call..but a brand new pitch fork bent  beyond repair  and tucked behind the other .. they arrive at 11:30 today  to commence work.  ARE YOU FRICKING KIDDING ME?????????   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My sister  worked with Sterling  who has one more day left here  doing the barn and  the pasture  work for the horses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh and did i mention  Panda man chewed a hole in the shed and ripped a few boards  off so he could see what  was going on here?  I went out there with boards   when i was ready to collapse  and then realized  his window  had a wire fence wall  in front of it.   Fine leave it then  until a few hours later when   i saw  him sticking his foot threw it  so then i went and grabbed my hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During which time  Scotch  who is in love with my  horses has been chased out of the pasture three times.   The carpenter arrived   to look over  the pen work  i need done for   Wilbe and comments  "that's good exercise". Yea..okay  like i need  more exercise.    But he is a good guy and unbelievable he knows what he is talking about!!   They will be back  tomorrow with materials and reinforcements!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got in at 4, took a break which was networking  to try and find homes for two more pigs , ate  bread, then went back out to start to feed at 6 and I am back in the house at 8  telling you all  how my day went.. no the last few days..wait last week was  crazy too..um i don't  think the week before was any different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-3885282468497926161?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/3885282468497926161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=3885282468497926161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3885282468497926161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3885282468497926161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-good-exercise.html' title='This is Good Exercise'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S8FWFt9UKdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/JhREVXMP8Zo/s72-c/2010+March+23+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-4270868189763416925</id><published>2010-04-07T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:26:25.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With out  words and what  we are saying..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S7y-_kv13OI/AAAAAAAAAiM/svgRZzYZ-Qw/s1600/2009++july+29+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S7y-_kv13OI/AAAAAAAAAiM/svgRZzYZ-Qw/s320/2009++july+29+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457446847871573218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't have a degree in animal behavior  but  what i do have,  as  any one would  who loves  animals is an understanding of them  from our own personal experiences. I also believe  when our life force  becomes  interwoven  with them  we  heighten our  empathic abilities.  There fore the opposite  will be true  too, the  more we connect with them works both ways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belief  is that  animals use verbal and telepathic  skills  to communicate  and there basic survival skills are honed by watching body language whether they are  prey  or predator.   We do too, perhaps  on a more unconscious level.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bet there isn't a person  reading this who hasn't  said in conversation something like  "she knew exactly what i was saying"  or "he knew i was getting the bath water ready for him".  How do they know  from  filling the tub up for us  one night to filling it up for them on another ?  We didn't say anything out loud yet... but they know as soon as we turn the water on.   Because they are watching us  and they master  our moves, our reactions and  our feelings as  it is  instinctual to them to do so.  Emotionally  setting ourselves up  to  wash a dog  who doesn't like to get in the bath triggers emotions, excited energy  -they see and  feel that.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I felt a  need to share this as a subtle reminder occurred  over the last week or so.  Don Juan,   a pig i have had over  a year had suddenly  got angry  with me   before we all moved here and just  after selling the acreage.   I was an emotional mess , crying and stressed. I know  this is why he  acted like he was going  to bite my foot that  day and  the fight was on.  How he perceived  my  weakness and  how it effected  him emotionally   was yet to be learned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tusker's  is an  unaltered  male  pig  because of medical reasons.  His tusks grow thick and fast  and  i have to  wire  trim them about every  1 1/2 years.  He is a timid pig  and  every time i do this  it sets us back again a little as  trust is lost between us.  I trapped him  in his safe place, his house. And then   grab him  so he is sitting on his bottom and   my  helper being Jane this time sawed the tusks off.   I hate  scaring them this way  and put it  off as long as i can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do procrastinate   when it comes to  scaring  my  pigs.. and doing tusks and  hooves  will do that too them so  I appreciated  Jane having the guts  to help and  the push I needed to do  it.  Tusker's looks  ten  years younger to me and  seems happier   but  isn't  that how i feel  because its done  and i don't have to worry about it anymore?    I  thought of it  every time I  was near him and  that  is no good for him or me.   He feels better  because I  feel better,  harmony restored  between us and he can feel  secure gain. He will no longer feel  my worry when i see him and he sees me.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really stupid of me   not to   realize this as well  as the obvious physical  need. How or  what we do, think or feel  will  effect our  charges, because  we  portray  our emotions physically and emotionally.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its really common  sense, isn’t it? If  we were around some one sad day after day , that would  consume us too.   It would effect us, it would be hard to be around it  and  we might  want to escape from it.  How we would deal with that  on an emotional level  is uncertain,we might  want to push it away and get angry.   I am thinking of Don Juan now.  My  sadness and  stress  , the feelings of uncertainty triggered  the same emotions in him. His reaction, was distrust and instability so  to protect  himself he wanted  the weak  link  in the herd out.  That was me.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My lesson learned is  if i am  putting something off that needs to be done  isn't  helping me or my charges.. get it done I will feel better and so will they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And how i feel  can be interpreted  so  many ways  by  the animals or people  around me when instincts to survive  kick in.  They are as complex as us  emotionally  but  have fine tuned and heightened their  sixth sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rose my big  pig  could be trusted around the  little pigs  until  last month.  Penny  was out enjoying her day and  Rose and i  met her around back  during a little walk.  Warning Rose   to not  touch her and a flash picture of her charging her  in my mind  is exactly what happened next.  I  was  so mad at her  i chased her home, but  did i in fact  show her  to do that  in  my minds eye with what i thought and pictured?  Why didn't she listen to my words??? Because  I spoke to her  using her language.. one not of words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-4270868189763416925?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/4270868189763416925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=4270868189763416925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4270868189763416925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4270868189763416925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/04/with-out-words-and-what-we-are-saying.html' title='With out  words and what  we are saying..'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S7y-_kv13OI/AAAAAAAAAiM/svgRZzYZ-Qw/s72-c/2009++july+29+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-4810968027989114331</id><published>2010-03-29T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:49:06.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing  Willbe(  pronounced  Will Be)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S7ElkbmhePI/AAAAAAAAAh8/5Q04exoccv8/s1600/2010+March+29++Willbe+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S7ElkbmhePI/AAAAAAAAAh8/5Q04exoccv8/s320/2010+March+29++Willbe+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454181931537234162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S7Elj61TfOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0UPpXcYAuTc/s1600/2010+March+29++Willbe+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S7Elj61TfOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0UPpXcYAuTc/s320/2010+March+29++Willbe+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454181922740862178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I left here at 9: 15 this morning and  just sat down after  peeling  my clothes off that were soaked to  my underwear.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This pig  was in a cement water hole in a barn, just big enough for him to  turn around in.  His ears  resemble that of a panda bear caused  by  rats and  biting flies  eating away the top half of his  ears off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To my horror this morning  looking for a reaction of a waggy tail  he  turned around and showed me, he had no tail as its  been chewed right off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He is not neutered  and too obese for surgery. And  although his life will be rich here, its going to  take some time.   Right now the stress  of  needing a pen built right away is on me. A house big enough for him as the one he is in is so far away from  the herd,   and so unstable it  troubles me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He is a chatty boy and cute as a dickens and i am exhausted.  And his  name ..well  that is all he came with his precious self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-4810968027989114331?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/4810968027989114331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=4810968027989114331' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4810968027989114331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/4810968027989114331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/03/introducing-willbe-pronounced-will-be.html' title='Introducing  Willbe(  pronounced  Will Be)'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S7ElkbmhePI/AAAAAAAAAh8/5Q04exoccv8/s72-c/2010+March+29++Willbe+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-8513213159401948958</id><published>2010-03-28T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T09:31:32.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanctuary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pathfinders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greens'/><title type='text'>Burnaby Pathfinders Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6-EXhndguI/AAAAAAAAAhs/aW1K0DfN01M/s1600/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6-EXhndguI/AAAAAAAAAhs/aW1K0DfN01M/s320/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453723213464699618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6-EXAKtmbI/AAAAAAAAAhk/X7S0iOQUcRo/s1600/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6-EXAKtmbI/AAAAAAAAAhk/X7S0iOQUcRo/s320/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453723204485749170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6-EIoqI-gI/AAAAAAAAAhc/uXpi--vkSQg/s1600/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6-EIoqI-gI/AAAAAAAAAhc/uXpi--vkSQg/s320/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453722957656947202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6-EIO02C7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/pN50s5QU-KM/s1600/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6-EIO02C7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/pN50s5QU-KM/s320/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453722950722522034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6-EH2I3T-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/H878U4T6W4o/s1600/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6-EH2I3T-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/H878U4T6W4o/s320/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453722944095604706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few weeks ago Sheri contacted  me , a Team Leader for The Power Rangers  they wanted to return to the sanctuary to help. We booked  the day and 15 girls would  arrive  with three team leaders at about 11:00 am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nancy and Brent hit the pasture with  wheelbarrows and manure forks and Jane and i got  to feed  everybody breakfast.  Thanks to  my Mom and Erin we had bags and bags of healthy greens  to fill up  every body's  bowls.  Then Jane tackled dishes and waters and Brent's Mom took on  one section of piggy paddocks. I took on another row and thankfully Alex and Cesar arrived  and they  worked on the  heaviest  work  in the bigger paddocks in the last section.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Team arrived and Rose and Comet greeted the girls  and  were very excited  at  the gates as the aroma  aroused  the pigs keen senses. In each  members  hands gripped a bag of piggy goodies and also presented me with  a wonderful donation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We handed out a few treats  but  the girls were here to work  we would spend more quality time  with the pigs after.  I recognized a few faces and  a few  of the girls  were also looking for ones  they remembered. I was deeply  touched   when two different girls asked where Barney was.  I lost Barney  in 2006 but what a testament to his existence here as his presence  is remembered with delight and  love  by  these girls too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The work accomplished  by these young adults  is amazing and  i  walked around  last night  at least three times  to take in their accomplishments over and over again.  And they enjoyed themselves  in doing it. I could hear chatter and laughter threw out the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am sure  they would tell you the best  time for them was sharing there gifts  with the animals here and the treats they were able to hand out to them.  And the quiet time   when  pigs  were soaking up the attention  with gentle hands, love and quiet voices.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are 25 pictures  on my facebook page  but here are a few of my favorites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-8513213159401948958?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/8513213159401948958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=8513213159401948958' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8513213159401948958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8513213159401948958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/03/burnaby-pathfinders-rock.html' title='Burnaby Pathfinders Rock'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6-EXhndguI/AAAAAAAAAhs/aW1K0DfN01M/s72-c/2010+March+27+Pathfinders+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-637269348638185527</id><published>2010-03-25T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:52:31.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love A Plenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6uGjsbrUMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/xwloxsRijIA/s1600/2010+March+23+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6uGjsbrUMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/xwloxsRijIA/s320/2010+March+23+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452599721642905794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6uGjS2zOiI/AAAAAAAAAg8/biKSgsyr9L8/s1600/2010+March+23+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6uGjS2zOiI/AAAAAAAAAg8/biKSgsyr9L8/s320/2010+March+23+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452599714777348642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6uGivyXU0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/XV_dsqmXQYw/s1600/2010+March+23+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6uGivyXU0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/XV_dsqmXQYw/s320/2010+March+23+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452599705363501890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6uGiCNUpUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/rRB55MUAF4Q/s1600/2010+March+23+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6uGiCNUpUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/rRB55MUAF4Q/s320/2010+March+23+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452599693128541506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6uGhRx0GFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/1xoqHeHVBek/s1600/2010+March+23+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6uGhRx0GFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/1xoqHeHVBek/s320/2010+March+23+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452599680128260178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jean  visited  from Croften on Tuesday and  arrived here  with treats  for all the pigs and especially for the babies she helped bring into this world.  Two years ago Jean had agreed to foster two adults for us and within three weeks two pigs would  turn into  12 with the birth of Soda and Scotches babies. Can you imagine looking after all those little babies??  In May,   Jean  would be  in the stages of retiring  to the  Island and  the pigs  were moved  to the Sanctuary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Planning for her arrival  i had all of her kids out running free to explore the acreage.  Jean's  face was lite up by the time she got to my door as her babies  heard her voice and came running to the gate to great her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We took a bazillion  pictures  ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-637269348638185527?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/637269348638185527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=637269348638185527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/637269348638185527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/637269348638185527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-plenty.html' title='Love A Plenty'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6uGjsbrUMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/xwloxsRijIA/s72-c/2010+March+23+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-8635050916970041695</id><published>2010-03-22T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:02:31.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and Peices..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6g6VSonViI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8edhq4S7z9I/s1600-h/2010+March+17+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6g6VSonViI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8edhq4S7z9I/s320/2010+March+17+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451671486385837602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6g6U24yIwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/WTXL3Nr5ufw/s1600-h/2010+March+17+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6g6U24yIwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/WTXL3Nr5ufw/s320/2010+March+17+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451671478937461506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6g6UQqV6FI/AAAAAAAAAgM/nEw0_ayxM0Y/s1600-h/2010+March+17+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6g6UQqV6FI/AAAAAAAAAgM/nEw0_ayxM0Y/s320/2010+March+17+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451671468676343890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6g6T3TgoII/AAAAAAAAAgE/BLPPGlCfFT0/s1600-h/2010+March+4+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6g6T3TgoII/AAAAAAAAAgE/BLPPGlCfFT0/s320/2010+March+4+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451671461869691010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another  busy week has flown by with  a little help from   the guy  i was buying a trailer from.   I saw this 7ft x 12ft single axle trailer on Craig List for $500.00.  I can't get my truck   to where the  hay storage is here so  i got myself storage on wheels. If i  ever  get  it insured  and learn to  pull it  i could go buy my hay  with it.  Have them load  it and bring it back home.  No  loading and unloading.  I have to  make things easier for  me  any way i can.   And  if i get something else built  one day  on this side of the barn , that i can  unload during winter without getting stuck  in the mud  then   this can be used for something else  or sold again.   Anyhow this guy messed  up two days for me  telling me he was coming with it and never showed up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he did show up  it was full of crap and CLEARLY was used as a little grow op complete  with insulation,  plastic  covering the  walls, a vent and a mini breaker box.  An afternoon wasted  arguing with  him  while we both cleaned it up and coming to agreement  that he would come back the next day to fix this thing  and only then he would get the rest of his money.  Surprised  the heck out of me when he did return the next day with the materials to do it. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lots of emails  from  people back and forth who want to visit the Sanctuary. I book all visits  in the morning so please do  not  get my email  that says that , then ask  me if it is okay to come in the afternoon.  My afternoons are much different from  your afternoons. And don't  get me wrong,  I love anyone who wants to come and  see the pigs  and  love on them and  visit.  But  my time is allocated by the animals routine  and the work to maintain this sanctuary.  What is accomplished  daily here doesn't happen by me blinking my eyes. I don't get  to do what I  want in a day so pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee don't ask.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lots of  pigs  needing  new homes right now.  One in Kamloops breaks both of our hearts.  She is a  full figured house pig who is tying her family down.  They don't  want her any more. They want the freedom  of the burden she is on them. They can't  go anywhere  because of her and after i  say either can i  they still  ask if i can take her.  These people are killing me...  She will need  someone special, who will dry the tears from her eyes and fill her heart  with  hope and all the love  in the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two abandoned  in Langley and the new tenant wants them gone.  Thankfully  Lisa at SARS  spread the word  and asked around and someone gave us a really good lead.  So  we may have  a really nice home for them and there two chickens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But in preparation of them  possibly arriving, i changed the lives  of three of our  pigs here. I  spoke  to each of  them about pigs needing  a home , just like what happened to them.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some of these paddocks  were designed with adjoining gates with  pigs  who  get along well with each other.  One or both pens  have  housing  suitable for  4-5 pigs.  I don't like to force  pigs  to join up and would rather they do it on there own.  Jack of Hearts  had his own  HUGE pen  along side of George and Pebbles.  They also have the same size paddock and  a brand new big house.  Thursday morning  i closed  the gate and locked Jack  out of his yard.   By evening  i sat here watching  him. Little baby  standing  at the fence looking threw the boards at the house he couldn't  get too.  Pebbles and George had gone to bed  and i watched Jack go over to the doorway and he pushed some of the spilt straw out front  on the ground  with his nose.  No doubt  he was thinking and checking  if he could sleep there.  Then he poked his head  in there house , then he went  in and came right out again. A minute later  he tested  it again  and went in for the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The next day  i told him  he was a big boy  now  and  thanked Pebbles and George for taking him  under there wing and keeping him warm all night.  The three of them   are  small pigs as far as pigs go and they  look so darn cute standing in a row looking out at me.  The Three Amigos..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well i better go , Mouse has been in here twice to get me  and Buddy  is giving me the heavy sigh treatment a dog will do to get ones attention.  lol  Mouse gets several meals a day to get her weight up and  well Buddy and I are hungry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh and  here are the rain covers Wayne  built for the pigs here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-8635050916970041695?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/8635050916970041695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=8635050916970041695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8635050916970041695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/8635050916970041695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Bits and Peices..'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S6g6VSonViI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8edhq4S7z9I/s72-c/2010+March+17+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-6146169872233948771</id><published>2010-03-12T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:59:27.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sponsors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newsletters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Pigs Of Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S5p8jYfCAPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/jVFXaI_d-Fw/s1600-h/i+want+to+live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S5p8jYfCAPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/jVFXaI_d-Fw/s320/i+want+to+live.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447803646567907570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S5p7m3dqM1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/-eWgnSmc0sk/s1600-h/2010+March+11+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S5p7m3dqM1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/-eWgnSmc0sk/s320/2010+March+11+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447802606911632210" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S5p7mHn0-7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/8YPA71ylwtY/s1600-h/2010+March+11+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S5p7mHn0-7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/8YPA71ylwtY/s320/2010+March+11+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447802594069380018" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well  our newsletters are  out and anyone who would like to get one please drop me a line!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My  focus  for the newsletter  is of course  to bring  all of  our  friends up to  date and  even though there are five pages it is never  enough room to cover everything.  That is because i normally  can't  fit in the time to do more then one a year  when working full time and  would actually have to take time off of work to do them.  With  help from  both  Dayna and Jean writing for us  and Dayna getting them  printed for me is a huge help.   So we are  going to try and aim for twice a year  this go around.  Please  if anyone has  some suggestions  or  input for our next one  bring it on!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The newsletter is also our one and only steady form of advertising the Sanctuary  covering everything from our dreams  to  our basic needs.   We still have many  pigs  who need  sponsors to defray  our  produce costs every  month.  Right now  we are feeding  approximately  70 lbs of produce a day.  While you shop next time   look at the cost of the produce your buying and  you'll understand some of  the  expense of running a farm animal sanctuary here in B.C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And if you have a fruit or nut bearing tree gather the goodies up , email your friends  ask them about there over flow   in there gardens and if you have room  plant some seeds .  Round it up  and  surprise  the caretaker  with goodies for the animals so they can save there  money  for  on going  veterinarian needs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would also  really love to plant  some  fruit and nut trees   here so if you have any connections  let me know!                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Its pouring rain  out there today and its been a wild week from  t-shirt weather to snow!  What a tease  with all that warm weather we had and things were starting to  dry  up.. now more mud again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When Mouse moved in here   i fixed her a spot by the patio door  in   the great room which is  where my office is.  Although there is a TV in here  i find myself  in the front room of this  house  in the evenings  as it feels more cozy.  The pictures of Mouse  suggests she feels the same way, although the  sound clip of her  is probably more explanatory.  The front room  is also just off the kitchen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What  surprises me most about Mouse is she was never a pig who came inside  in all the years of living   back at the old place.  She was  always rather timid and still is.  But  she  drinks out of the dog dish  with out tipping it over  unlike  my two regular house pigs do and  she will lick a plate clean with out flipping it  and  sending it  crashing once done.  I wouldn't  give  Winnie or Casa a reg plate to eat off of  and  they have more house experience then Mouse  ever did.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I also  want to  reach out to those of you  who are still eating meat  or using animal by products.   I bet there are millions out here who are  tossing around the vegan  thing and  know it is right and want to start   but it is so easy to stay  in  a comfort zone and  don't really know where to begin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Start today and remove one animal from your plate.  And of course  lets start with  piglets and  keep Pork off your fork!!         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e28b5423bc4bfca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e28b5423bc4bfca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330061274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D603BD2D6B5F11D9AAAD681F43623AE8204BEE5D1.464B8C170E7E65FE9526E6E127E77930A624022%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e28b5423bc4bfca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzcwXM22uNSWhswlLugAERp2kyR0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e28b5423bc4bfca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330061274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D603BD2D6B5F11D9AAAD681F43623AE8204BEE5D1.464B8C170E7E65FE9526E6E127E77930A624022%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e28b5423bc4bfca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzcwXM22uNSWhswlLugAERp2kyR0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-6146169872233948771?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/6146169872233948771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=6146169872233948771' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6146169872233948771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6146169872233948771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/03/pigs-of-course.html' title='Pigs Of Course'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S5p8jYfCAPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/jVFXaI_d-Fw/s72-c/i+want+to+live.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2555078501939209921</id><published>2010-03-06T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:51:07.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S5MikvIN1JI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bNxMXKazUIw/s1600-h/2010+Feb+18+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S5MikvIN1JI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bNxMXKazUIw/s320/2010+Feb+18+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445734388942623890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S5MikFuKQvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/WiohN5Khe1Y/s1600-h/2010+Feb+18+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S5MikFuKQvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/WiohN5Khe1Y/s320/2010+Feb+18+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445734377827484402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well I spent  a grueling week after doing the straw and  writing for the newsletter.  Running out of ink, printing receipts  and then  getting an  offer by Dayna  to  print our newsletters, RIGHT ON!!! A huge saving for the pigs  never mind one major chore of running to  Pitt Meadows  twice to get them done.  All the way from Alberta!!!  And  then Nancy and  i spending  four hours stuffing envelopes and  Mom who   picked up more stamps   on the way out and  then mailed them all.  Done... whewwwwwwwwwww &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wayne  who i had purchased two sheds from  arrived with  two big surprises.  He framed  two  rain shelters  that  cover  two  piggy paddocks each.  And he was very clever  at  how he built them and they way they  fit  in.  I should of taken pictures  will get on that tomorrow.  We have  an offer of  tin for the roof and i can't  decide if i want something clear or not. So the sun and light  can shine threw... anyhow he even had poly cut  to use in the mean time.  VERY cool and  they look really good too.  Professional!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another fun day was a visit from friends with a big bag of hazelnuts.  the pigs masterfully  spit out the shell in a split second  and chew the nut . It was  pretty neat when we  treated the Super Wee's ,  to hear all  12 pigs crunching at the same time.  LOL     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mouse  had me worried as she threw up two weeks in a row so  her diet has been changed and  8 days now  with out any problems.  She is out  every day all day if i let her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; High Speedy Penny is in the feed room before i can move  , so different for the  pig who lived in the carport  who i would pull the blankets off, to get her up.  She is fast!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I  watched Casanova spin and buck  in his paddock again  yesterday. So cute to see  the adult  pigs feel so  happy  that they do that.   George was  laying on his side in the middle of the yard today sun bathing.  He got his belly rubbed!!  And  trying to lay out the  12 trays tonight  with  12 pigs getting in your way and  Rickey who  wouldn't budge from  my leg.  I had to laugh , i even playfully  patted him with the cookie sheet and  stuck to me  LOL  Silly pigs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And Roscoe  looking  up at Jane and  giving  her a gentle  rub with his big head , and my Rose  who  bucks after i tell her she is beautiful and almost knocks me  over.  I tell her "its NOT funny" and  i know  the way her tail is wagging she is laughing at me.  So i tell her " that's not funny ha ha Rose!!!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nancy  and Jane were here  today and  Nancy worked  for the horses  and Jane and I worked for the pigs.  I raked  and  tipped  wheel barrows   while Jane scrubbed and  got fresh waters.  One more  volunteer  and  it all would of all  got done and   less work for every one too.  Jane and i went  till about 2 as i just couldn't do any more.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dior has learned  how to  pull the boards  out and let her self in the yard and Lacy  stands back waiting for her to do it.   There like bad kids  and race galloping in  like  big cheeky brats.   Last night i nailed all the boards so when i need to drive in next  time with hay I will to pull them out. I need that fence line replaced  its only a matter of time before she  takes out the flimsy gate .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All the pigs need to be dewormed so that is  on my mind and has to get done.  We will  fix a bazillion  jelly sandwiches and lace them all with meds.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The weather has  just been  beautiful and the pasture  is  littered with Robins every day.  I heard  my first coyote  kiyi  here tonight and  it sounded wonderful as did the chatter of  squirrel  over the neighbors way.  Hard to believe there  calling for snow next week LOL  could of worn a t shirt out there  today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2555078501939209921?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2555078501939209921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2555078501939209921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2555078501939209921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2555078501939209921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-i-spent-grueling-week-after-doing.html' title='Sunny Days..'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S5MikvIN1JI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bNxMXKazUIw/s72-c/2010+Feb+18+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-354334526839160065</id><published>2010-02-21T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:07:18.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearts on Noses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tofu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S4I7LuNltxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/dNV0x7XBQvM/s1600-h/2010+Feb+21+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S4IPM0rR6hI/AAAAAAAAAew/aMkGhqc1QHg/s320/2010+Feb+21+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440928012790000146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S4IPMdk46dI/AAAAAAAAAeo/8fQS4IFdyFE/s1600-h/2010+Feb+21+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S4IPMdk46dI/AAAAAAAAAeo/8fQS4IFdyFE/s320/2010+Feb+21+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440928006589180370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S4IPMNgTNzI/AAAAAAAAAeg/7uF5SQ8D9d4/s1600-h/2010+Feb+21+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S4IPMNgTNzI/AAAAAAAAAeg/7uF5SQ8D9d4/s320/2010+Feb+21+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440928002274965298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S4IPLiKOv5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/-wBQ8ALFt74/s1600-h/2010+Feb+21+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S4IPLiKOv5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/-wBQ8ALFt74/s320/2010+Feb+21+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440927990639673234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mom arrived to stay for a few days   on Friday afternoon.  She lives  about 20 minutes from  here and is 87 years old.  She pulls in with  her dog Nicky and  the budgie  my sister found at her complex two weeks before.  So in came the over night bag , the dog and the bird lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Saturday   my sister arrived  to try and help a little with a bad shoulder and  my new friend Jane.  Nancy and I tackled the piggy pens  while Jane   worked  on  doing  piggy dishes and waters.  We got it all done by about  2;00 and we  were whooped.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dayna you would love Jane  also a proud vegan and  she brought me  a steam  rice cooker that i can  add veggies too.  She brought me lunch and  i ate it cold after every one left and it was delicious.  Rice,  brussles, broccoli and  topped with  tofu that  was crumbled and  any one would of thought it was chicken.   And i got  to  give her, her first glass of  silk's chocolate milk. A hit of course!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a visit from  Casanova's sponsors, Rubaiyat and Jasonda.  There an awesome young couple to  traveled  over an hour to  visit and  made peanut butter sandwiches for all the pigs.  And for desert Strawberry's,  what a  special treat!!!!!!!!!!!   They also  picked me up a couple  of  new  dish brushes  , how very thoughtful and as you can see they had more then once use for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I  worked on the horse pasture while  they  showed  themselves around  and  i don;t have the strength i did yesterday. Scrubbed out the big  horse water tank and refilled it and then  added another  lock to the feed shed to keep Comet out.   I was dragging myself around   by dinner time tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow morning  the horse's  will get there  feet done and  then i got to head into town  to pick up a load of straw and get it in every body's houses  before dinner time.  Hope these warn  out muscles are  ready for action tomorrow  because again   it is hard heavy work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-354334526839160065?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/354334526839160065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=354334526839160065' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/354334526839160065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/354334526839160065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/02/mom-arrived-to-stay-for-few-days-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S4I7LuNltxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/dNV0x7XBQvM/s72-c/2010+Feb+21+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-7879517358566536930</id><published>2010-02-17T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:47:26.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearts on Noses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>Seeing Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S3wp3dPUV_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Q8S64o2oB00/s1600-h/paint+chip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S3wp3dPUV_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Q8S64o2oB00/s320/paint+chip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439268482675136498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S3wl60IoOAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4AhRK1effcs/s1600-h/2010+Feb+16+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S3wl60IoOAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4AhRK1effcs/s320/2010+Feb+16+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439264142314190850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S3wl6p7gUmI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jM3qken0yg8/s1600-h/2010+Feb+16+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S3wl6p7gUmI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jM3qken0yg8/s320/2010+Feb+16+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439264139574792802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S3wl6FxfDwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HbT9cxBesco/s1600-h/2010+Feb+16+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S3wl6FxfDwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HbT9cxBesco/s320/2010+Feb+16+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439264129869090562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S3wl5j94lQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/D9XZr9pfr3k/s1600-h/2010+Feb+16+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S3wl5j94lQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/D9XZr9pfr3k/s320/2010+Feb+16+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439264120794289410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Every  morning  starts with a coffee at  my desk.  It is  facing a window looking over the fish  pond and into  Sanctuary.   As the sun rises  over the mountains  its light streams  threw the curtain of  evergreens.   I see Comet who is up early  checking to see if there is anything he can add to his nest. A  potpourri  of straw, branches and grass. His tail is wagging and  little Jack  has  awoke to peer threw the dew dropped  fences at his busy white bristled neighbor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I see the mountains  behind the trees and  that view is one of many things i didn't have at the old place.  Oh they were there alright but we  were set to far below to see them   unless out on the road. The mountains are magic and i am so happy  to be able to see them from here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday  while sitting here  as  i  was sharing  stories   on  line  about our pigs and there creative nest building. ( The picture is of Mouse in her nest)   It stirred  up memories  of a pig who started  this all.  And  as a piece of sunshine burst threw the clouds  for a brief second  it's glow was   the shape of a heart.  But then  again  i see hearts and pigs  everywhere.  If you've been here  you would notice a collection of rocks  here sitting on my table. Looks  like a heart to me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And a saved picture from work.. a paint chip on an  old car clearly  looks like a pig.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last week  the reflection of sun  on Willy's protected  painting .. do i see Angels  now too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-7879517358566536930?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/7879517358566536930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=7879517358566536930' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7879517358566536930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7879517358566536930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/02/seeing-things.html' title='Seeing Things...'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S3wp3dPUV_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Q8S64o2oB00/s72-c/paint+chip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2303563833935223270</id><published>2010-02-14T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:46:07.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddy Rant</title><content type='html'>I just  got in from  poop scooping the farm pigs paddocks   which are  in a ft of mud and water in some places.   With all the  vegans, animal activists, anti  this and anti that and  all  for the  ethical treatment   of animals why am i  alone here?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoved the wheelbarrow a foot at a time and  pulled my boot out in every step that i was able to take.  Rose one of  my farm  pigs   who is  physically challenged    returned to her paddock within  15 minutes of  being let out.   She is cranky and  the mud is  no doubt adding to her discomfort  and  while i stood there  telling her  i am sorry that i  am  doing the best i can  by myself   i started to cry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day after  day  i  see  farm  pigs needing homes  on top of the  hourly cries for help  for this goat, that sheep , a  herd of cows, a hut full of rabbits  and a barn full of chickens.  While we are evolving  more and more  are  getting a chance to get  them out from under the life they were bred for and there is no where for them to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So much for Valentines Day ....this heart   says  unite!!   And    support  or  create  the place, so they  have   somewhere  for them to go.    I spent  over a half a million   on credit  for the pigs  i brought  home , who is going to help me  pay for it so  i  can  do better for them and bring more home??   Add the 22000,00  for the fencing and  i need another  20,000 to finish it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And i don't need suggestions as  i  do  everything i can  to bring  help and money in here. Advertise,  fund-raise ,net work, interviews, radio shows, tv spots ,   newsletters, websites, face-book ,  Blog  and  try to get more sponsors,  homes,  and even  write  major players   to try and get   them to see me.   Suggestions don't  help the animals here , there  only caretaker is   outside  working.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another Grant denied  last week...  i imagine  the board  looking at  all the choices cat and  dog rescues...  what A pig rescue???  Pass...       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sorry for my rant..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2303563833935223270?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2303563833935223270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2303563833935223270' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2303563833935223270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2303563833935223270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/02/muddy-rant.html' title='Muddy Rant'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-3053532978492758377</id><published>2010-02-11T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:58:09.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs in Peril Find Forever Homes at Snooters Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.samaritanmag.com/goods/pigs-in-peril-find-forever-homes-at-snooters-sanctuary"&gt;Pigs in Peril Find Forever Homes at Snooters Sanctuary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-3053532978492758377?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.samaritanmag.com/goods/pigs-in-peril-find-forever-homes-at-snooters-sanctuary' title='Pigs in Peril Find Forever Homes at Snooters Sanctuary'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/3053532978492758377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=3053532978492758377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3053532978492758377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/3053532978492758377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/02/pigs-in-peril-find-forever-homes-at.html' title='Pigs in Peril Find Forever Homes at Snooters Sanctuary'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-5512005432568667722</id><published>2010-02-07T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:29:36.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A  Squishy  Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S2-W6eKqOjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/__BE_IWgPLE/s1600-h/2009++May+26+again+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S2-W6eKqOjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/__BE_IWgPLE/s320/2009++May+26+again+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435729206533831218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Penny is a squishy pig" and as soon as the words come out of my  mouth, visitors ask me "what do you mean"?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Penny arrived   in a horse trailer  with  no straw or protection inside.  Animals  have  no idea when   your traveling  if and  when your going to stop.  Or  go  into   an incline  , a decline  in the road,  or  turn left or right. Think about it , one  very  obese  short legged pot bellied pig   in a horse  trailer  traveling for  about an  hour.  How many times did  she loose her footing and crash  into the walls?   If she had of laid  down  or went down from  being unable to  balance inside  she would of rolled back and forth smashing into the metal walls of her confine, over and over again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She has gone threw  humans like we go threw  new cars.  So many  humans  discarded  her  over and over again.   They fed her too much and  probably  everything   nutritionally incorrect  for her species.    Poor little Penny as she emerges  from her fat suit with still   many serious medical problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Penny's eye sight  is poor due to the heavy fat fold  over her  forehead and pushing down   on her eyes.  A slow  weight loss  i pray will  allow  her body to re- adjust because for many pigs  ,  surgery  is the only way to  remove  the fold once the weight comes off.  Cosmetic surgery  for a pig is done  in the states by rescuers  some  of the time. She allows  me to  pull back the fat from her eyes  so we can see  each other and  the world she lives in here.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Penny is  regaining  the use of muscles  once weighted down by that fat. Her ears  are  no longer simply  ornamental , she is regaining  the ability to show me things now. Her   ears are responding to her  personality and delights   as  you can see  when she  is enjoying her soup.  And as the weight comes off of her  I hope  more of her hearing returns that is also compromised due to the fat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Penny is not out  in a  paddock   in a straw filled house like the others. Eating of  straw and  hay  has caused  more problems with  her constipation  so   that form of fiber is restricted somewhat.  Her potty habits  are of a fat pig  who had  no reason, too much pain  and  it took too much effort to get up.  A pig  who  goes potty   in her bed , on her carpet runners  or in her water dish. Never the less she is loved and must be watched ,so Penny  has  her own big house  for  the special needs girl she is.  A pig  who  potties  where  they sleep  or where they eat  goes against  the norm , something  must be the matter and  for now there is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have had to help Penny  in more ways then  one over the last few months and so have two of my vets. Even Carol (SAINTS)   left me a  sure fire  constipation relief  package  and   i have a cupboard filled  for Penny's needs.  Little Penny has suffered  many  indignities  but forgives  me completely.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And  no matter  what  time of day  as  i attend to her needs i can  pull back a blanket  and snuggle up beside her and  kiss her face. And i can do  that  over and  over again. I  rub her face  and  fuss on her  and sometimes  in shear pleasure  she will let out  these  soft  rhythmic  whines of contentment , and that   is music  to my ears.  I can  warm  up her ears with  my breath and  lay right down with her and  put my arm around her and  snuggle her   while  i   tuck  her in.  I tell her I love her and  when I kiss her  i tell her  it is what we do when we love  you so much.  We kiss you and kiss you and she responds   with  another  form of  communicating "comfort"   with her  ah ha ah's .  Yes  the message comes in three's  and if you were too clear  your throat softly  with  your mouth  closed that is the sound   they make.  Penny  as  do all of the pigs can answer  you  if you ask.   And if i ask Penny is she is cozy she will answer "ah ah ah"... &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She is my squishy pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-5512005432568667722?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/5512005432568667722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=5512005432568667722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5512005432568667722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5512005432568667722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2955330711428388759</id><published>2010-01-30T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:41:01.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Good Freinds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S2TsfSEc6SI/AAAAAAAAAdg/K1fKoXiph4Y/s1600-h/2010+Jan+24+Mouse+talks+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S2TsfSEc6SI/AAAAAAAAAdg/K1fKoXiph4Y/s320/2010+Jan+24+Mouse+talks+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432727072686270754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S2Tsemwa7hI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Th-4kmCaR5A/s1600-h/2010+Jan+24+Mouse+talks+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S2Tsemwa7hI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Th-4kmCaR5A/s320/2010+Jan+24+Mouse+talks+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432727061059530258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jean was here Thursday and  we had a great visit!   We had a quick  bite and then off we went bargain  hunting  at  a few thrift stores in Maple  Ridge.    We both found things that we needed  for our new homes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then we came back here and  Jean  treated all the pigs with a huge bag of hazel nuts and she must of taken a bazillion  pictures!   Can't wait to see   them  on her blog when she gets home and settled from being away.   Then we fed them all dinner  and  Jean  took some more pictures lol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After  we  had everybody else fed  we drove down  to the Shake and Shingle Pub not too far from here and Jean treated me to a really nice  dinner.  Good time and  much needed  break from the routine here .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Saturday  was  busy today  with  my sister helping and Brent back again. Today we tackled the basement starting  with  my millions of  tins, jars , coffee cans of nuts ,bolts,nails washers  you name it . And  started to  try and  separate them all.  Still boxes of this and that  to unpack and we boxed up maybe 2 dozen tins of  paint left behind for recycling.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then Gloria and Stan  came to visit from  "For Pets Sake"  and brought some boxes of  good garage sale items AND a really nice donation!!!   There organization holds fundraisers and  pub nights  to help  folks like us. Cool eh!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To wrap the night up Lisa  arrived our Bunny  Loving girl and  we  rounded  up six bunnies from a neighbor.  We  got them   into  some  nice little cages i had here , lined them with towels  and they are all snuggy warm and on there way to there new homes.  Nice way to  wrap  up a day  and  Lisa helped me feed the  pigs too.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lisa  has a little car and   here is a picture of her co-pilot and  the kids  we got out before they  were turned  into dinners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2955330711428388759?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2955330711428388759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2955330711428388759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2955330711428388759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2955330711428388759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/01/jean-was-here-thursday-and-we-had-great.html' title='Good Good Freinds'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S2TsfSEc6SI/AAAAAAAAAdg/K1fKoXiph4Y/s72-c/2010+Jan+24+Mouse+talks+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2890694016336091232</id><published>2010-01-26T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:18:23.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilbur: One Precious Pig Spared the Slaughterhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uOSUaCPNLv4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uOSUaCPNLv4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2890694016336091232?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2890694016336091232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2890694016336091232' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2890694016336091232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2890694016336091232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/01/wilbur-one-precious-pig-spared.html' title='Wilbur: One Precious Pig Spared the Slaughterhouse'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-1483201507409215103</id><published>2010-01-24T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:40:03.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S10urqIsRII/AAAAAAAAAdI/RSrQ9pOiyyE/s1600-h/2010+Jan+24+Mouse+talks+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S10urqIsRII/AAAAAAAAAdI/RSrQ9pOiyyE/s320/2010+Jan+24+Mouse+talks+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430548053258683522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S10uToALzrI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UH93Y1XCJnk/s1600-h/2010+Jan+24+Mouse+talks+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S10uToALzrI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UH93Y1XCJnk/s320/2010+Jan+24+Mouse+talks+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430547640369270450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S10uTQGueDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Ovyh0W9big4/s1600-h/2010+Jan+24+Mouse+talks+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S10uTQGueDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Ovyh0W9big4/s320/2010+Jan+24+Mouse+talks+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430547633954256946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S10pNPqgfVI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZCc0vE9ijJw/s1600-h/2010+Jan+23+penny+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S10pNPqgfVI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZCc0vE9ijJw/s320/2010+Jan+23+penny+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430542033198546258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always liked Sundays as   technically it is my  only day off.   That  of course  when i am working full time  and  by  no means  did i ever stop working  but  there  was peace and it was my day.   After a work week and  then  waking to Saturday mornings  filled with  volunteers and the grueling  work ahead of us.  But Sunday  mornings  was my time and nothing would dictate how i did what, unless i had a booked visitation.  Then every thing  worked around that but  the early  mornings were mine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I spent some time on the grass with  Ricki and  Whisper  who  were  happy to get  my attention while there family  raced all over the acreage.  Cooing the way pigs do   with there  bristles raised,  i loved on them  for a long time as i laid down  on the damp grass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I watched  Georges reaction when  he saw me coming.  A  happy spin and a trot around the tree  to  greet me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I went out side to feed dinner tonight  which  was  30 minutes from when I was last out there  Dior  gave me a  great horse  hello.  She knickers all the time  but this was a song!   I loved that!!!   And today  watching the two  knuckle heads drinking from the pond is a picture in  my mind I will never forget.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I watched   Scout  bucking  in  playfulness as  he  raced towards  his  brother.  Hearing the hello  between   mother and son   when reunited   after searching for roots   in different areas of the  property. A loud and deep oh oh oh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Buddy   playfully  grabbing my hand  as  he  was so excited  to have his collar on,   and me with leash in hand.    I could go on and on.     Every body  is happier here , every one of them.   And  these large pens  are so much  healthier for them  as  they  leap from there nests   to race to the  gates  for  feeding  times and  freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tonight  Mouse  left her  patio door nest and   was up here  with me  where my office is set up.  I caught her looking at a empty space  between two pieces of furniture and  it made me  get up.  I went and got two  blankets from upstairs and spread them  out beside me.   She has made a new nest  not more then  four feet away from me here. I took this picture of Mouse laying in the sun  yesterday.  I sent it to Ken  our vet with a note from  Mouse thanking him  for today, yesterday and tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tortilla gave me a scare early today   as sometimes i hear his cries from his house at feed times and then i  know he needs me to help  him to his feet. He is an old guy about 16 -17 years old now. Today  was different  his front legs were pulled  tight towards his  tummy and  i thought  oh dear is today the day.  I asked him if he was okay and his eyes were closed and he cried and cried.  I  reached over him and  gave him a lift and he got up to his feet  and was fine.  It was like he had forgotten  how to get up and that is what  i asked him. "Did you forget how to get up Tory?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight  I realize  he must of been asleep and having a bad dream. Silly  me, poor Tortilla. He still gets  up about  three times a day getting  his exercise and  fresh air. Yet he has not venture out to his horses  yet.    I started him  on  some remedies  two days ago  so  we will see if that gives him  some of  his strength back.   I check on him every night  , watch him  get into his house okay  and put a flash light on him every night before i  go to tuck in Penny.               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I  got a lot done today  but it was  in peace and with out threats or worries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cleaned  four paddocks  and  the barn and  pasture .  Cut down  some branches  and cut off the lock left on the gate from the previous owner. That thing was bothering me and was only confusing visitors. Calling to me from the gates ..BUT IT'S LOCKED!! lol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also  planted a tree that had been run over   by the fencing crew and saved  by me replanting  it quickly in some soft soil by the house.   I  look  out at Dylan's yard and  it is pretty boring compared  to what  he used to have. I may have to change that  but  while he was sleeping away  i planted that tree  in his yard.  He got up to see what was going on  just after i gave it some water.  I hung  on the fence rails and watched him   find it and  his tail  started to wag.  I told him "i did it for you!"  "It is your tree and it will always  be known  as Dylan's Tree.  Gads  if i change his yard , i 'll have to move the tree  again.. lol.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well off i go  to  check  on the kids and  hit the couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-1483201507409215103?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/1483201507409215103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=1483201507409215103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1483201507409215103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/1483201507409215103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/01/sundays.html' title='Sundays'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S10urqIsRII/AAAAAAAAAdI/RSrQ9pOiyyE/s72-c/2010+Jan+24+Mouse+talks+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2385193683220931256</id><published>2010-01-23T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:25:09.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Penny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1uqbQQDygI/AAAAAAAAAcg/II0YT6TS7b8/s1600-h/2010+Jan+23+penny+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1uqbQQDygI/AAAAAAAAAcg/II0YT6TS7b8/s320/2010+Jan+23+penny+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430121160920779266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1uqawvu45I/AAAAAAAAAcY/X2JgtLfaaI0/s1600-h/2010+Jan+23+penny+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1uqawvu45I/AAAAAAAAAcY/X2JgtLfaaI0/s320/2010+Jan+23+penny+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430121152463692690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1uqajt1NlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/RgYghJ5bK5s/s1600-h/2010+Jan+23+penny+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1uqajt1NlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/RgYghJ5bK5s/s320/2010+Jan+23+penny+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430121148966057554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1uqaBp43oI/AAAAAAAAAcI/wnFV_ycQ1HQ/s1600-h/DSCF0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1uqaBp43oI/AAAAAAAAAcI/wnFV_ycQ1HQ/s320/DSCF0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430121139822714498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  WOW .  Erin came to help, wow a volunteer!! And  she arrived  with  apples and carrots too.  I should mention Lee came to visit yesterday with  6 cases  of apples and another  leaf bag of bread for the pigs. And a really nice pineapple loaf for me , YUM!    Well  of course my sister  was  here and Mom came over too .  Brent was back as well  so we got  lots of stuff done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cleaned up some of the  mess out front behind the fence  which i think was left overs from the  tree house that used to be here.  We also disturbed a little fat gray  mouse  so  we were quick to leave him some of his wood for mouse protection.  All the cement blocks  scattered about the  property  were gathered to one pile . They are left overs  used to  raise  sheds  and  enable footing for the crane truck when it got stuck. The big hole created  by  big tires  got filled  too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another heavy load to the dump but  metal and rotten wood  can be recycled.  Brent came and helped  me unload after all of us  filled the truck up.  So much waste in the wood pile at the dump.  Old  wood barn windows  i would of loved  to grab , but your not allowed to scavenge hunt there anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another mild day and  pigs were enjoying there freedom.  I let big Roscoe out first, he loves to be anywhere we are.  He ventures out and then returns to us  to catch up on what we are doing.  He gets a rub and a  scratch, and off he goes again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The horses  barn got done and the pasture was picked clean  and all the waters  got done.  I got some of the pen work done  but by 2 we  were all done physically.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Big day for Penny!!!   I  was calling the Super Wee's  in for dinner and   looked in shock, Penny was coming too!  She has never been  out this far and  has  never been that far anywhere, even at the old place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I start feeding at 3:30 and  she was still cruising around  when i came in here at 5:30.  I  was out a lot longer too, as  it was such a pleasure to watch her explore the pasture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With the  help of  homeopathic remedies and  human brand Recovery. The  home made soup and  scattering her food every night the weight is coming off even more and her limp is totally gone.  The added exercise   has really helped  her  and sweet Penny  has awakened from  her fat depression and  painful life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I added  a picture of her from when she arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes that is her way  out there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-2385193683220931256?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2385193683220931256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2385193683220931256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2385193683220931256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2385193683220931256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/01/freedom-penny.html' title='Freedom Penny'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1uqbQQDygI/AAAAAAAAAcg/II0YT6TS7b8/s72-c/2010+Jan+23+penny+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-2929179443824411371</id><published>2010-01-21T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:49:08.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1kEBGYg4tI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Q6Rj9IumDWs/s1600-h/2010+Jan+20+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1kEBGYg4tI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Q6Rj9IumDWs/s320/2010+Jan+20+night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429375242711655122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1kEAwyY0zI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DIIRO4gDWYE/s1600-h/2010+Jan+20+more+001+lighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1kEAwyY0zI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DIIRO4gDWYE/s320/2010+Jan+20+more+001+lighter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429375236914598706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1kEAfSu0GI/AAAAAAAAAbw/L6H1CUBOjU4/s1600-h/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1kEAfSu0GI/AAAAAAAAAbw/L6H1CUBOjU4/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429375232218419298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Another beautiful day  and  i took  lots of pictures as  you can see and some  movies so you can see the  set up for the  pigs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I went into town today and  loaded up with hay again and filled the inside of my truck with apples , carrots , peanuts and  wood burning pellets for the stove.  I also  splurged and  bought a little  shop vac  so i can  clean out the pellet stove  better. And you all know i  set my little one on fire by doing  that and  using the house  one is going to wreck it.  I need a shop vac anyhow and  man they work great. Far better then any of these house hold ones they sell you.  Yes, bigger and bulkier  but power!! Oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As i looked at the pictures I took today  i realized something.  How i was frantically searching  with Sue my real estate agent for a  place  for both the horses and the pigs .  How it had to have shelter for the horses and pasture.  It have to have enough  land  to build  bigger and better piggy paddocks.  How  it couldn't be too far from my Mom.  What  if i got snowed  in and lived out in the boonies, how  would i get feed , hay  and smokes LOL .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyhow what  i am  trying to say  is who would of thought    that all of a sudden    i  am now realizing that  by fluke  the house is perfect for me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When every one is fed   i sit outside  on the bench and  make sure Tortilla  makes it back into his house okay.  He is an old guy and  his rear legs are not  as strong as he used to be.   While i was looking at him he was looking at me.  Your so cute Tory and   he "oofed" in  agreement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was then for the first time in my life  did I look  up at  a crescent  moon and  saw  a  beaming smile  in the sky.                      &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6adb27241302ce77" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=2929179443824411371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2929179443824411371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/2929179443824411371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-of-darkness.html' title='Out of the Darkness'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1kEBGYg4tI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Q6Rj9IumDWs/s72-c/2010+Jan+20+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-5416576298452272475</id><published>2010-01-19T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:57:21.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If They are Happy,  I'm Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1Z-5MbRwhI/AAAAAAAAAbo/T2ZL2qDYKEs/s1600-h/DSCF0004+Danny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1Z-5MbRwhI/AAAAAAAAAbo/T2ZL2qDYKEs/s320/DSCF0004+Danny.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428665921894990354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well i got  all the rest of the  pigs  houses filled with straw and raked the Super Wee's  paddock and  after doing the horses and two wheel barrows  to start with i was done.  It took five trips   to wheel barrow over  5 bales of straw and  i took two out filled with  piggy pearls and  pine needles  out  of the Super Wee's. The rest of the paddocks will have to wait until tomorrow.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All the pigs who weren't out free  disappeared into there houses  to fix the straw how they  like it  and  search for delicious oats.  And thank goodness  because ohhhh poor poor Comet.  His high pitched WEE'S  translated too  "let me out,I want out  oh pleeeaseeeeeee" . Try as  i might to explain  that  doesn't  change anything. That he was out yesterday and   others were watching him. Its only fair i am telling   him and   he stops and thinks about that  for a few minutes and  then he can't  help  himself and starts all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was  12: 30 so i started to call the Super Wee's ( JEANNNNNNNNNNNNN) and  every body came except Tom.   He had me walking all over the place thinking he was confused and  was trying to find his way back. NOT.. he  totally  ignored me  and even though i put a dish  of crunch  under his nose  he had his own agenda.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had to go  into town  so I left Buddy  out to  protect the little brat.                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got the truck loaded for the dump and let me tell  you when i got there i could barley   pull the card board out of my truck.  I  get quite a bit of cardboard here as get cases of apples and go threw about 4-6 cases a week .  But i  was out of strength and  it feels so weird to be that  weak lol   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got home about 3:30 and there was Tom  pacing his fence line. "How do i get in???".  "I want in  nowwwwwwwwww".  With a smirk on my face i walked out there before i  unloaded  my truck and thought to myself  next time he will a good listener. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I almost forget   there was reason for celebration  on Saturday!!   And i called Mom and my sister out so they could see!!   Gads  Danny has been with me for  years and  came in so  fat his eye sight was permanently damaged.  Back at the old place   the Butter Cup kids had a huge paddock  and that was good because only one of them ever  wanted to go out.  Danny, Casandra and Tuskers  are The Butter Cup Kids and if you  look back to when i first started this Blog  you can read all about them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-my-pig-too-fat.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When i talked to this herd about us moving  one day i promised them  no gravel driveway.  There gate  exited right onto the driveway and they had to cross it   to get to the pasture.  Tuskers and Danny both hated the rocks and  it took cake to get Danny  out at all.   I would tell him  "there are no holes" and "follow the fence line out".  He couldn't see well and i needed too assure him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thankfully  it was a promise i could keep, there is no gravel  on  this driveway and it is paved.  So the gates  were left open for them  on Saturday just after noon and  about 2:30  i was  making sure they all had gone back  in as  i needed to start all there dinners soon.   Cpt Norm  was  in  and so was Cassandra and Tuskers  , they were  milling around in there  paddock .  Where is Danny????   I looked in there house twice,  around back  of it too as  they have a really  large L-shaped  pen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Danny  was all the way across the pasture just trucking home  and  wagging his tail  like a windshield  wiper.  Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Danny, look at you go!!  &lt;br /&gt;I found a picture of him  taken  in the back yard  at the old place as  that was a big deal for him too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The pigs are happier here , Danny says so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-5416576298452272475?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/5416576298452272475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=5416576298452272475' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5416576298452272475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5416576298452272475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-they-are-happy-im-happy.html' title='If They are Happy,  I&apos;m Happy.'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1Z-5MbRwhI/AAAAAAAAAbo/T2ZL2qDYKEs/s72-c/DSCF0004+Danny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-5277821196743627331</id><published>2010-01-18T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:28:51.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1UWn8cMqCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/UGWeKizJAkI/s1600-h/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1UWn8cMqCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/UGWeKizJAkI/s320/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428269801360107554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1UWBDzwHXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Om7sjy1aXFA/s1600-h/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1UWBDzwHXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Om7sjy1aXFA/s320/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428269133323050354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things are starting to feel   more comfortable around here  now that i have  furniture basically in its  place. I can start  banging nails in the walls and hang   my  pictures and paintings.  My bazillion stuffies have a home in here  and  I think   all those shelves  behind my bar ( HA! ) will be used for  my piggy collectibles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have two  old farm house  frames  i am going to have glazed with mirror and I  will hang  them down   my hallway to bring more light  down there.  Lots of  cedar  on these walls and  with the  big  beams  and huge rock fireplace   it works  in this place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I try and get   a good four-five hours  in  outside  every day  starting with the horses barn of course.  And filling up  the wheel barrow    on the way to the manure pile   cleaning up the pasture as i go.  Got to stay  on top of that it is too daunting when i leave it too  long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Saturday  Mom and  my sister arrived  so  we played   in the  house  all day  moving  some of the stuff i couldn't do alone.  I sold  my  rubber mats   i don't  use and  bought this huge  shag rug with the money.  Listened to my Mom tell me how much she hated it  , how would i clean it and  i can't vacuum it   blah blah blah.  I told her she was starting to  piss me off and she said your pissing me off too . LOL She is 87 years  old  we  both cracked up laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Brent who is doing community  service's hours   was  also here and  he helped  us inside for a bit and then I got him to work   on the manure out on the pasture.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sunday  i am trying to remember what  i did  oh i was  talking on the phone for almost two hours  about pigs and   forgot i had  put a  kettle on the stove   and  melted it. Could of burnt the house down for crying out loud.   I sure miss my gas stove,  boiling water and cooking was instant!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Great day to today  , more beautiful mild weather.   I  had to clean  out  Don Juan's house  as i sneaked a peak in there while he was eating and it looked wet in there.   I   had  one little window  not covered    so i got everything prepared  on the outside so i could get him  locked out while i worked in his yard.  Kind of stupid    but the little  shit  still  wants to fight me.   So i got him out and he had a  fight with the  cardboard  box  instead.  I  left it  outside  for him   on the driveway. It had the left over   treats in it from all the pigs breakfast.   I  had  to totally clean out his house,  as all his bedding was saturated from him   using his house  as a litter  box.  I had two wheel barrows with me so that was good  and  i dried it out by   pouring a bucket of shavings  on the floor.  I had a bale of straw there too , fixed his window  with  plastic, gave him a great straw nest  and used  the rest on Norms and the Butter cup kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not sure  why  he is  going in his house again.  He did this  when he first moved   in  with us  and  i   think it was  because of where he used to live  . He must of had a  barn  big enough for him to potty  inside.  He stopped doing   it  after we replaced the floor down there and gave him a cover.  This house is no where near as big as his old one so  why  is he doing this ???  I think his house needs to be lowered  as his ramp is too high and i guess   i  am going to have to  get him a cover  as  he appears to rather sleep in his shit then get his bristles wet.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I raked  all the pens  on that side  , the ones i am showing you  in the pictures.  Dons house is the second one in .   The first three are about 16 feet x 50 feet , they  looks small  in the pix, but  the space  goes behind  each of there houses too.   And   then I   scrubbed  all the   dishes and did all fresh waters  for everyone. Ton of work  when you can't bring the hose with  you. All these paddocks are huge  so   the distance is further  , and  hooking up two 100ft hoses isn't going work  for me here. Its too much work to  get them around this and over that ,  it  is easier to hand pail right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What  i would like to do is set up some rain catchers   at the furthest points  and then i can    get water closer to some of my  pigs.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Colleen (SAINTS) arrived for a visit and  with  some  dog crunch  for the pigs  so we had a nice visit  and a cup of tea. It  was  perfect   time for a break too  before  i feed dinner to them all.   The pigs haven't  had dog crunch  since last summer  i think so   i will treat them  that for breakfast tomorrow.  I don't  like to feed  it too much as   it makes  them  more thirsty, it would be like us eating chips every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What a great day ,  i got so much done  and  it  makes me  feel good to know all the pigs  have fresh waters!! Treats in the cupboard,  great weather and a nice visit from  Colleen, perfect!!              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But  i am cold, wet, and my back hurts  so i am going to  jump  in the shower before i feed all  my inside kids  oh and then me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tomorrow  i will rake   the rest of the pens and  add straw  to every ones  houses so i know they are  comfy and warm  and good for the next few weeks again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-5277821196743627331?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/5277821196743627331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=5277821196743627331' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5277821196743627331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/5277821196743627331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-day.html' title='Great day!'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S1UWn8cMqCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/UGWeKizJAkI/s72-c/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-6425235915627551880</id><published>2010-01-13T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:27:38.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well its about time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S065PW0jCnI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Hfxwngmfct0/s1600-h/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S065PW0jCnI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Hfxwngmfct0/s320/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426478274503182962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S065O_-L6VI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Gbdr-q-9b9g/s1600-h/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S065O_-L6VI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Gbdr-q-9b9g/s320/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426478268369594706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S065OTJNe0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/1bd09PS3D9A/s1600-h/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S065OTJNe0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/1bd09PS3D9A/s320/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426478256336239426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S065N5G18lI/AAAAAAAAAa4/cM1HW1Ganw4/s1600-h/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S065N5G18lI/AAAAAAAAAa4/cM1HW1Ganw4/s320/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426478249346986578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What a difference in weather  compared to last year,and i  hope i don't  jinx  us by saying that.  We were under three ft of snow last  last year and   it sure looked  beautiful  in the pictures lol.  Well  it is a tad wet here right now   but i keep telling the pigs   it is better then snow!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The area of the acreage i had built all the  piggy paddocks  on is a  wetland.  I  go out there and i keep  telling the pigs they are not  moose , they are pigs!  I guess  i should be  talking about ducks   but  moving from  the worry of flood  to this all I can say to the pigs is   "what have I brought us too???".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have plywood  and  walking boards   in the big pigs  paddocks as  try feeding a 700 pound pig with a bucket in  your hand  and your boot stuck  in the muck.  Can you hear me  telling them "DON"T BUMP ME".   And  three of the pots paddocks  have them knee deep in water  at the  gates too.   Thankfully  where i placed all the houses   are   in the highest  areas and room to feed and potty.   I would also  like to add  had  of these pigs not been the rooting machines they are it might of been a tad better to deal with.  But they were so happy to have so much room and grass  they couldn't help themselves!!!  And even though i knew  it  was  going to be bad  one week  into building them all  i  didn't want to cover all that grass  with  gravel or sand  and take  that away from them before they got to destroy it LOL .  Okay then,  it is all my fault...       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Something major has  to be done  but   we all will have  to deal with it   until  dry weather as   there is nothing i can do or bring in when  the ground is saturated everywhere.  ugh ugh and ugh   And   the reality of it  is   i  couldn't  of dealt with   it in the time frame I had  or the weather we were already in.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I did get my computer repaired   by a great guy who came over   the night i called him who worked for 2 1/2 hours  on  my system and  only charged me 75.00.   My camera  was back in action   until   yesterday  when  i was going to take some pictures  and  now my camera  says "card error" WTF now???  So I will share  some of  the ones  i did get before my system got messed up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mouse is still  in the house  ..LOL   and Penny  is doing awesome!!!    My  horses  are   good too  and  my cats are still scared to death to come out of the living room. They  have the entire two bedrooms in the  attic and the living room  but  wild as they were when i  brought them in  the wild  fear is still in them.  I can't wait until they see the big room. lol   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That has been  an on going dilemma as what  to call  this games room.  The den, the big room, the games room  the bat cave???  I wish i had  of taken  pictures of  this room  to show you.  Its HUGE!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I need to find   some help here  fast as   i have   no one coming to help here any more  with the physical  work besides my sister who  comes  half a day  on most Saturdays.    I could  get that pig our of the shelter if i had some man help here for a day.  But i can't  do what  i need to do by myself or pay  any more  out for help here   and   it will take a few of us to do what needs  to be done.  Lucy Lucy  Lucy..  sigh...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The pen work cost me 21000,00 , the well pump 3100.00 ,  add two vet bills  3100.00 and i am tapped out  as far as the loan goes. Can you imagine what it could of cost with me without all the help i got ??? Man oh man!!!!!!!!   The crane  trucks all those  horse trailers and  moving trucks!!  And all the  food, help, labour whewwwwwww thank God and  my spirit herd! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bosleys donated about ten bags of feed  and   that helps  big time  and  friends are still  helping  by bringing  apples and carrots  when they can.  And leaf bags of  french bread is always a hit and  great for the cold winter months  to  keep the fat  on my kids  to keep them warm.  Yesterday the pigs  not only had breakfast they also had blueberry's for an afternoon snack!   So we are  doing well   with  support  that  way and  the donations are  keeping the  feed bills  paid.  Oh that reminds me to call back  a friend who is pitching our cause to  one of the  grocery  stores , i need to do a letter!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ps i need to find a home for three rabbits FAST. Two lop ear and  one friendly black.  There little selves will be toast  if i don't  get them out of where they are. Thankfully  they are being given a chance so I can't  mess around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-6425235915627551880?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/6425235915627551880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=6425235915627551880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6425235915627551880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/6425235915627551880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-its-about-time.html' title='Well its about time!'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/S065PW0jCnI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Hfxwngmfct0/s72-c/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-7033410150732916531</id><published>2010-01-07T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:38:15.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New year</title><content type='html'>Today  a little pig  who  was found abandoned and starving  is on his way  'home'.   The emergency  only came threw a few days ago  when my good friend Maggie  wrote asking  if there was room at the Inn.   She lives  on one of our Vancouver islands and this little pig was discovered by one of the neighbors, alone and starving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Enter  Jean  our foster Mom to the Super Wee's here who moved to Crofton  who  jumped to work for this little pig.   Net working with her  new  friends over there  and knowing of  someone  who had spoken  to her  about getting a pig one day.  Well today is the day!!  LOL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maggie, Bob and and Gail over there  made arrangements  to transport today and  when the crate  went down that  little pig walked in  knowing and trusting those around him  that  he would be going to a better place and he walked right in.  ( jean called me  first thing to let me know) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Jean will meet up with   the rescue team  in Crawford  and  transport the rest of the way  to a piece of heaven  near  Crofton.   There awaits  Pat  and  hubby   with a  house full of straw , a large  area to be  a  pig,  mini goats, a  horse  friend and  a small herd of mini dogs lol.  And i am quite sure a bowl of  everything a pig desires.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pictures   to follow once this little pig is  'home'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Edited to add  Jeans Blog  who  laid out the  yellow brick road... http://mylifewiththecritters.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-7033410150732916531?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/7033410150732916531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=7033410150732916531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7033410150732916531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7033410150732916531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New year'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-7275271349795589814</id><published>2009-12-29T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:49:25.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/Sz1-zGhrsSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Z8j6bpjrq7s/s1600-h/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/Sz1-zGhrsSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Z8j6bpjrq7s/s320/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421628942814261538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes it been forever since i posted on here!  I should of  at least come on to wish every one a Merry Christmas!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between unpacking  , shopping for  birthdays and Christmas presents  and  looking for  stuff in all these boxes time slipped away from me.  Mom stayed with me  for  four days  so  we weren't  alone Christmas morning and  opened  gifts together.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all doing well and I am still surrounded by boxes but Mouse is doing awesome! I wish she would eat more but right now she only seems to be interested in her breakfast oatmeal. I slip in raisins and a vitamin as she is putting her nose up at ummm normal piggy pellets. It bothers me as i try different things as she leaves her dinner and yet needs to get her weight back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny had a rough few weeks as did I worrying about her kept me from sleeping. But i am cooking her soup and she is getting better , such a shame after loosing so much weight and moving really well that she can't seem to muscle her poop out. Boy does she get mad at me when i help her and then other times she accepts and lays down for it.. i have used every type of enema there is and spinach, prunes, juice well none of it helps her any more. But i will move on past this subject as she hasn't needed my help for about 4 days now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dior my quarter horse scared the heck out of my sister and I as she wobbled to the ground last week and looking like she was sleeping and having a nightmare we watched her have what at first thought was a stroke. By the time i raced into the house and got my vet on the phone she was rolling and i got out there to stop her. I stood behind her and asked her to stop and she got up all the while i was giving my vet a play by play. Then her eyes got so tired looking and when i looked over at Lacy she looked ready to drop too and it occurred to me that neither horse has laid down here to sleep yet. Something a horse must do every day or night to get adequate sleep. Horses only lay down when they feel safe in there environment, the move did have a toll on them after all.&lt;br /&gt; As of today both horses show signs of having laid down and as i told them i am 20 feet from them now ( my house) so they are safe as can be!! A seizure brought on by sleep deprivation is my guess and my vet says there is not too much we can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures of Mouse out and about here at the new place and of all the new paddocks i had built. And this will be the first Christmas ever that I couldn't take pictures of their morning feast. For some reason my computer doesn't see my memory card for my camera and i have tried everything but replacing it. Next run into town i will get someone to check it out for me and replace the card so i can get back on track. Feel lost without my pictures to share here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas was really great as no snow to stop pig friends from bringing us goodies and leaving cases of apples out at the gates. Two leaf bags of bread and buns and a bag of carrots with the biggest carrots i have ever seen. I told the big pigs they were made for them lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is getting to long and i don't want to bore you , no pictures is no fun at all. And Mouse is up  asking for soemthing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357415595622318705-7275271349795589814?l=heartsonnoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/feeds/7275271349795589814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357415595622318705&amp;postID=7275271349795589814' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7275271349795589814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357415595622318705/posts/default/7275271349795589814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonnoses.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-dose-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>Janice Gillett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02997741046742192330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/SOGXPFlWUXI/AAAAAAAAACY/LtlUKEMaz84/S220/DSCF0018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--chTNgrYjc/Sz1-zGhrsSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Z8j6bpjrq7s/s72-c/2009+Dec+31+Mouse+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357415595622318705.post-4642906836875157143</id><published>2009-12-12T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:02:28.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allright then!</title><content type='html'>This morning Angela arrived and we finished up her community hours with smashing ice, doing waters, tearing a fence down for the horses and picked horse manure from the pasture. By 2 we were both beat but we did it! That little fence allowed the horses some more grass. But as the saying goes the grass is always greener on the other side and so is the bird feeder. The horses explored the piggy village out front , ate bird seed and left a few good mounds on the driveway that had us bringing out the wheel barrow again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the work is easy and
