These are our pigs. The black one is Belloc, the white one is Elsa. Don’t they look tasty?
The Pig
A Christian Gentleman is the humble pig.
He eats our scraps and grows from small to big.
Plows fields with snout and trotter,
Takes mud baths when it’s hotter,
Asks only to root the earth, to grow fat and big.
And when he has grown big, and full of taste
He gives us sausage and bacon, and ham to baste.
A Christian may be a pork eater,
All thanks to God (and Saint Peter).
Let none of this marvelous creature go to waste.
Wherever be silver-tongued poets or holy preachers,
Let them extol him and all of his porcine features.
Let us praise the God who bade him,
“Be pig!” and blithely made him
The humblest, noblest, and tastiest of all His creatures.
A Rough Day for Gertrude.
Tuesday was a rough day for Gertrude. First time mama-pig, with a litter of 10 piglets. She had a long pre-labor on Sunday into Monday. 6 hours of labor to produce the first piglet on Monday, then 3 hours more to bring out the rest of them. Then they were nursing all night. She was…
A Harrowing Farrowing
Yesterday was a long and stressful day. At 4:30 Gertrude had still not had any piglets. First time gilts can sometimes go a day or two longer than the 114 days gestation time, so we weren’t too worried, but we decided to move our school to the farm instead of staying at home, just to…
Little Farm in the Big City 