Remember my pal D from Spring Hill Farms? He's the one that sells farm raised, heritage pork products in central Ohio. We begged and pleaded and were able to cajole a couple of feeder pigs out of his barn. He really did us a favor because his products are in high demand. Thanks D!
Tamworths are a heritage breed - a real old timey kind of pig that can be raised naturally, on pasture. We just love them. Mostly because they are mostly bacon! We weren't satisfied with the bacons that we got from last years pigs. Really we didn't get any bacons - even the butcher told us that we should have just left the meat on the ribs. The hams were terrific of course, but we really need some bacon around here!
Pigz are most easily transported in the back of a crappy little truck with the cap on, add straw.
The first thing we did, aside from drive home gleefully with our little bacon-machines, was to get the pigz settled. Of course, coming from D's superb barn set up - the pigz thought they'd been cast into the very depths of hell when they got here. Apparently the noisy parade of geese, wildly barking dogs, shrieking guineas, and the goats stomping and snorting their disgust wasn't the warmest welcome. Kai thought they looked delicious. Having the pup pacing back and forth in front of the pigz pen with a jar of BBQ sauce saying "Are they done yet?" didn't help at all.
Any bigger than this handy carrying size and you'd have to find another way to get them down to the pen.
We have the pigz set up in a temporary pen where they can root around and get rid of some more poison ivy. They are close enough to the house for us to see and hear if there is any malfeasance out there because they are still small enough to be considered prey. But soon they will be big enough to hold their own.
Pig#1 took to the pasture immediately
As soon as we got home it started to rain. We had set up a shelter for them - but of course, they were terrified of it. They soon figured it though and now they don't think they've got it too bad. However, the pigz don't understand why the goats stand at the top of the pasture and stare meanly at them.
Goats hate pigz.
Nibbles was horrified when she saw me take a fabulous bucket of her milk down for the pigz. I told her to go ahead and file a complaint with the management - the line starts with her and ends at the grill. The dogs thought that was a great idea.
I'll get all these barnyard politics sorted out pretty soon. In the meantime, Happy Tuesday everyone!