Wait ... HOW Do You Name Your Babies (or, I Always Knew That Girl Was Odd.)

Names? You want names? Okay, so maybe you don't, but I was just thinking about them. People often ask me how on earth I name every baby that is born in my barn. Honestly, I don't find it that difficult. They don't have to be good names, I tell everyone!

I am the first person to admit that if I don't plan on keeping the baby, it gets a lousy name. My roommates know the following dialogue (or something like it) by heart:

Megan: I need a boy name.
Sabrina or Stephanie: For a guinea pig or rabbit?
Megan: A guinea pig. And it can't be a good or cute name. I am not keeping this one. Remember -
Sabrina or Stephanie: We save the good cute names for the keepers!

Well, I like to save the good, cute names for the pigs I keep. Actually, one of my all-time best brood sows, Nora, got her name because I was NOT keeping her. She was a van. Yeah, that one backfired on me.

Anyway, I've gone through a lot of different systems for naming (my recent one is below). Candies? Spree, Skittles and, recently, Mars. Letters? Ellen had Ellenboro and Ellie. Cities? Boston sired Bentley, who sired Francesca (yes, that was a city).

And the last good story in this department (for tonight, at least)?

Since I started breeding when I was 10, we had some creative ones. Our best?

We once had a Golden Agouti & White Peruvian sow who was christened ...

G&CC It Felt Like Springtime on That February Morning.

When it was realized her name would NOT fit in our pedigree program, it was shortened to February Springtime. Sheryl has never let me forget that one.

That's all for now ... but bonus points for anyone who can guess where that name came from.