If you were to make a list of all-time worst impulse buys, piglets would be right up there.
Over the last six months or so, Kevin and I have talked, in a sober and responsible manner, about the possibility of raising a couple of pigs. Invariably, we focus on the two big difficulties. The first is building pig-proof housing and fencing. The second is taking an intelligent animal you’ve gotten attached to (and on whose housing and fencing you have expended great effort and expense), and killing it for food.
Invariably, I balk. I like pork, but I also like pigs. It’s a problem.
Today we went to Cape Feed and Supply to get chicken supplies, and there they were. Feeder piglets, probably about six weeks old, in a pen next to the parking lot. Next thing you know, I’ve taken Raising the Homestead Hog out of the library, and priced fencing wire.