But back to Clara. Clara is a nervous mother, the sort best left to tend to her babies on her own. She otherwise gets worrisome and steps on them or lays on them, sometimes to their demise. I put a bale of hay out for her and she carried mouthfuls to her chosen spot and built her nest. It was not where she slept usually, or laid down in the heat or rain, but a different shelter not shared by any of the other pigs. They respect her at this time and give her space, watching from the other side of the fence. Wilbur, on the other hand, goes in to check on her once in awhile, but she scold him and sends him out. Begrudgingly, grunting his disapproval, he exits and leaves her to her mothering business.
I was not able to tell how many boys or girls Clara has since she is a nervous mother, but I did manage to snap a few photos of the new arrivals. Cute or what?