We have some new hired help on the farm. Our two lovely pigs. They are cleaning up the spent brassica beds for us, and fertilizing it to boot.
When they arrived on the farm (in the back of our trusy Dodge pick-up) I cannot describe to you the sighs of contentment that reverberated all around the farm. It was as if the heart of the farm had finally been born. We can carry on now and climb lofty heights of sustainable agriculture and friendship and peace now that these two hogs are home.
Pigs are made to root. They are happy when they are snrokling about in the grass and dirt. So why do most hog producers keep them in dark outbuildings on slats with 10 other pigs in a 8x8 bin? One of the mysteries of the modern world.
We slaughtered 7 of the broilers a few days ago. They are soothed before the end by soft words, fresh air, and maiden comfort.