Saying Goodbye to Ham and Bacon

 

Who knew that saying goodbye to the pigs would be hard!  I was probably the one that was the most attached to the pigs, even though they were purchased behind by back (oh, I was furious about that).  I was the one that talked with them and rubbed their noses, back, and between their ears.  I was also the one that fed them the majority of the time (that's probably why they really liked me).  They were sweet pigs.  People always warned us that pigs get meaner the bigger they get, but that wasn't true with these two.  If they were hungry and needing more feed in the feeder, yes, they were a little impatient - but wouldn't you be, too?  They were also so curious.  If we were outside doing something, they would be at their gate checking things out.  The last few days we even let them roam the pasture and run.  Oh, they loved that more than anything.  They would huff and puff because they weren't accustomed to raising their heart rate!  I will miss them.

I knew that their lives were coming to a quick end this morning.  I was nervous about coming back home.  I went out to check on the goats to make sure they weren't more traumatized by the mobile butcher.  They were okay.  I didn't like seeing all the blood in their pen -- it was a little too graphic for me.  Paul is going to clean it up before we let the kids go out there.  I wish I hadn't seen it.  Oh, I have been learning all sorts of things being out here in the country!

P.S. We are up to three eggs per day!