Well, it’s official. I’m the wife of a pig farmer. This morning we drove to Cheney, Washington to pick up our two piglets. We borrowed a crate from our neighbor Katie, and then Shawn and Malcolm filled it with straw for the piglets’ comfort.
Malcolm fluffing the straw (we did not cage the boy)
At Adam’s farm (The Backyard Butchery), we selected two females from the drove. First, the guys lured them to the fence with apples, and then they picked them up by the hind legs and put them in the crate. There was much squealing.
Back home, the process was reversed with more squealing.
The two sisters, Breakfast and Dinner, share a 16×16 enclosure behind the house with a plastic water tote for their shelter. After they calmed down from all the activity in their day, they started eating the grass and rooting around in the dirt.
Breakfast
Dinner
Shawn and Malcolm finished off the pen with a gate.
I don’t think the cuteness will last too long as their mom was rather ugly; however, we should have some tasty bacon in November.
