Pigs, Day One

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That’s Doc on the left, Tiny in the middle, and Spot on the right, all a little wary in their new house.

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  1. Oink!

  2. It really doesn’t help that porkers are so cute when they are little. Soooo cute. But they are tasty little dears. Soooo tasty. So cute. So tasty.

    Cute.

    Tasty.

  3. kingsley says:

    Pigs are, if nothing else, excellent escape artists.

    We had this huge white sow when we were kids, she could simply lever her bulk against the fence to regain freedom. And she was a complete sow too. Spent many a morning chasing her back into the pen (with a big stick) before school. It wasn’t a good scene.

    Eventually the pen was reinforced with telegraph-pole sized logs, and the heaviest duty pig mesh.

    So when you’re building your sty, think about chasing 700kg pigs down the street … at the time you’ll be a bit late for going out somewhere, and dressed to thrill.

  4. We’ve talked a lot about just how attached to get to something that is, as Paula points out, both cute and tasty. In the end, I don’t think we’ll have much to say about it. We’ll get attached, and we’ll just have to steel ourselves for the inevitable. (And it is, lest you think we are soft-hearted enough to have three pet pigs, inevitable.)

    Kingsley, our fence wouldn’t hold 700kg for a New York minute. We’re planning to slaughter these three when they reach somewhere in the 100kg range. Maybe a little more, but not much. Keep your fingers crossed for our fence.

    And, unrelatedly, I can’t remember the last time I was dressed to thrill.

  5. Which one is Maxwell??

    • Trish, tragically, I don’t get the reference. My Philistinism knows no bounds, I’m afraid.

      • Tamar, I would would be hard pressed to classify you as Philistine. And sorry I couldn’t resist, but there was a commercial out not long ago that had the little pig that cried wee wee wee all the way home. But then, I am easily amused.

        • Trish, I’ll admit to being a little relieved that it wasn’t from a classic work that I ought to have read. If Maxwell the Pig had been from, say Thucydides, I would have had to retreat with my tail between my legs.

          Being easily amused is one of my favorite human characteristics.

  6. NOW I know what you can do with all those fish frames: convert them to pork.

    I can’t wait to follow the pig story. Oh, if they start escaping, my pig-keeping friend says throw a soccer ball in the pen for them to play with. Pigs – like husbands – are easily distracted.

  7. Far more years ago than I want to cop to when I was in high school, I had a friend whose family got a pig each year. Each year my friend’s family would vote on what to name their pig, and, without fail, the children would unanimously vote to name it George because that was their father’s name. George the patriarch was a good natured guy who thought it was funny to have a pig named after him. So, may I propose the name George for one of your pigs?

  8. Jen — I’m wondering about the pigs and the fish frames. Right now, the fish are bigger than the pigs, and I’m afraid that they’ll choke on a bone or a fin. Do you think it’s OK?

    Laura — I love that. It’s like George Foreman, naming all his kids George. But we can’t name a pig George because our favorite chicken is named George, after Curious George (yeah, you can guess why …). The upshot, I think, is that George is a most excellent name.

  9. They are cute, but so are many other tasty creatures. That’s why conventional wisdom says you should NOT name them. Naming something you want to later eat makes slaughter more difficult. I promise.
    Are you sending them to a slaughterhouse, or will you (she asks, rubbing her hands together with glee) need help doing it?

    • Marge, funny you should mention the not-naming conventional wisdom. I think it’s wrong, and I just wrote a long, windy post explaining why.

      We haven’t worked out all the details of slaughter yet — we’ve got a couple months yet to get our plans in order.

  10. Oh, and by the way: is it a coincidence that you wax poetic about the glories of your husband and your lead photo is of pigs? Just asking.