Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Rabbit Holes

My husband always said NO to pigs.  It's not his fault.  It's mine.  You see, I have a problem, and probably need an intervention when it comes to farm animals.  It started with my horses.  Then chickens.  Chickens led to eggs, and eggs led to more chickens, and then we started processing our own meat chickens.  Then we added Dexter cows.  A steer to eat and a heifer to breed and milk.  Then, I wanted to round out our diet and add pork. It's a slippery slope down the rabbit hole of homesteading. 

I researched which breed would do best on a small homestead and was the friendliest with kids.  Not to mention the tastiest.  We tried local pork from another breed and it was ALL FAT.  I mean, thin ribbons of meat mixed into lard.  Yuck.  It almost put me off to pasture raised pork all together, but my momma didn't raise a quitter.  Then I came across glowing reviews for Large Black Hogs.  Hmmmm. Or should I say, Mmmmmm. They are just that.  Large, Black and Hogs.  They have the sweetest dispositions, they are great mommas, and make some tasty pork.  Win, Win, Win!  I found a breeder that was local, and we bought Big Momma Myrna, Kevin Bacon, and Miss Piggy.  Miss Piggy is Big Momma's daughter.  She was thrown in to the mix because I wasn't supposed to get Big Momma.  I was supposed to get another sow.  But that sow was having a bad day and the breeder couldn't get her down to the trailer.  She told me about Big Momma.  I looked at this huge sow, and I thought, "Wow.  She's UGLY."  Big Momma Myrna has stubs for ears.  She has a stub for a tail. Large Blacks are known for their endearing, floppy ears that shade their eyes.  I wanted a pig with a cute curly tail.  Big Momma had none of these adorable traits.  Her ears and tail were chewed off by her litter mates when she was little and was pretty much hand raised by our breeder and her hubby.  What she lacks in looks, she makes up for in sweetness and gentleness.  There's a lesson to be learned there, folks.  Pretty is as pretty does, right???? So, the breeder added her daughter, a 6 week old gilt, in because Big Momma was so homely.  Kevin Bacon was about 8 weeks old, so I knew I had some time before babies showed up on the farm.  That was March 1, 2016.  Now, 9 months later, we have 21 pigs on the farm.  All raised on pasture, sunshine, and love.  Lots of love.

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