J.P., our hog, was loaded up to bring to the butcher in Scottsville today. I try not to bond with the critters destined for the freezer, but J.P. was a real likable pig. I have to console myself with the fact that, unlike his commercially-raised counterparts, he had a good life here: lots of variety in his diet, chickens scratching around his pen, hose-downs in the heat and a wallowing hole, kids to scratch his head and back and even empty milk jugs to bop around the pen and play with. Not a bad life for a table-bound animal.
Thanks to Bret's new clever arrangement for loading, this was the first time we didn't have an escapee. He smelled the slops on the trailer and walked right in to eat.
Pigs sure do grow fast. He was such a skinny little thing when we got him, and look at him now!