We got piglets again. They look just like the last ones.
Spots and A.P. are now pork and delivered to customers. We went out on a limb a little bit getting these piglets before having customers arranged to buy the meat, but we had the chance to get Black Berkshires again, which went so well the last time, and we just like having pigs.
These little girls have 1/4 Tamworth in them, but you wouldn’t know. Enormous ears, black with white patches, one bigger and bolder than the other. It’s Spots and A.P. all over again, except for the great escape on arrival. We did better with that.
They were jammed in a dog crate together – too small for them but better than separating them. They seemed pretty relaxed in the crate, but they had a fair drive to get here. I think transport day must be the worst day of their lives. Hot, cramped, apprehensive, and unfamiliar.
Instead of carrying them across our land to Pigland, HW wheeled the crate over in the wheelbarrow, and set it down inside the electric fence.
I opened the door, and they froze, deciding they were very shy.
One pig is possibly twice the size of the other, although they are the same litter. They have lovely eyes, like dog eyes.
They stuck just their noses out into the grass, sniffing around a bit without leaving the crate. This may be their first contact with the outdoors.
We left them to come out on their own time, and I came back to check on them in half an hour. They were in the exact same place. Snouts outside resting in the grass, settled down and fast asleep. We need a nap after that last experience. No new experiences yet, thank you very much!By dusk they had come out and were hiding in their woods, but came out for a late snack.