Daren That's great. She looks very clean and pretty in the picture by the way.
Pikeman, I'm so sorry about having to put your dog down. I have these very very old cats and I am afraid I will be forced to do that all too soon. I just hope they will just lie down and die in their sleep peacefully when the time comes.
Trish I would buy some Hog 40% if you are planning to continue to use that feed. A little goes a long long ways. You don't have to add too much to beef up the percentage. I just figured it up, if I did it right. It would be only 2.6 pounds of 40% hog protein supplement for 100 pounds to beef it up to 22%. So a 50 pound back would last you months. It's very pricy too. The reason I would avoid soy meal is that if it isn't used quickly enough it goes rancid. You could also use fish meal but it is really really high.
I wouldn't buy anything though until you figure out if they are going to eat it or not. I have my own mix as well but a lot of the fine stuff just gets spread around. Unfortunately the finest stuff in mine is the protein and vitamin additive. Try mixing some of it with a little water. (Not much cause it will sour if they don't eat it in a shallow pan or something) They will eat at it if it is wet which might get them eating the dry stuff.
We had quite the adventure last night after we got home. DH came in and said he'd seen the one and only surviving baby duck the girls hatched in the yard with the Mom's, and then it just disappeared. He was out looking with a flashlight for it. I came out and looked and looked with another flashlight and didn't find it it anywhere. I finally went back in because I just assumed that somehow it managed to wander off. We never found hide nor hair of the other three that disappeared but now I think I know what happened to them.
Any way DH continued to look because it just bugged him that he knew he had seen it just minutes before. He came back in and said he had found it. I went out to help. This poor baby duck had fallen down one of our humongous cracks and was way down, at least 2.5 feet. We started trying to retrieve him with everything we could find but he kept crawling deeper. We literally ran out of anything that was long enough to reach down far enough. We used a plumbers drain cleaning tool, Bent wire, pieces of rebar, a set of mechanical fingers, you name it and it just kept getting worse. Finally we got the shop vac and put the skinny hose on but we worked and worked trying to get it back to him. He kept crawling and dirt kept falling on him. At this point he was at least 3 feet deep and in a crevice that we couldn't even get access to except by an angle.
I went and got a shovel and started digging into the crack where it continued beyond his head. The only way to dig was to stick the shovel in the crack and pry up a little bit of dirt at a time. Of course more and more dirt kept falling and we eventually pretty much lost site of the duck in the dirt all together. We could no longer see him or hear him. I started digging clumps of dirt out with my hands with my arms stuck down in the crack. And each time we'd get a space wide enough we'd stick the vac hose in to suck up what ever dirt we could get. We are working with flash lights in the dark mind you. It was like a total scramble working as fast as we could before he suffocated. Finally we could see him again but my arms weren't long enough and they were too big to get down to where he was. DH and I worked to get the hole big enough and he finally worked the vacuum hose down in the hole. I turned the vac on and as soon as I heard the clunk I shut it off. There he was in the vacuum.
This is the cut and dry version. We started about 10:30 or so and worked until 2:00 AM to retrieve that duck! Now I understand what an effort it is to recover a child out of a well or something!
The duck was very traumatized. I took it in and forcefully washed out his beak. He was breathing very hard, his beak was bruised, and I wasn't sure he was going to make it. After washing him out I gave him a dose of vitamins. We couldn't get him to eat or drink. (He still hasn't.) He started sneezing and coughing and I finally felt safe to go to bed. He is breathing normal this morning and is very active. He doesn't like us cause he has been raised his 10 days or so of his life by his mother. I'm hoping he will start eating and drinking soon. I had a duck hatch yesterday so I took it out of the hatcher and put it in with him it would calm him.
I told DH that that duck better be a female because it wasn't going any where. I didn't spend 3 and half hours trying to recover it for it to go for someones dinner for a couple of bucks. I do hope it starts eating and drinking soon. I know it is traumatized but maybe it will decide it wants to live. There's no way I'm sending it back out to get buried in some crack out there. I was so angry that we had to get to the point where there is no bottom to the giant cracks in the yard, and they are big enough to loose a bird in. At least that crack is gone. DH took the tractor and hauled dirt and filled the crack. But that doesn't solve the problem of the 1000s others out there just as big.
My arms are torn up. I came back in with trails of dried blood down my arms. I apparently cut them on rocks or something in the dirt in the crevice. I didn't even notice them until DH pointed them out. I don't remember hurting myself while we were out there.