Driving down the road with a trailer full of pigs, what could go wrong? That’s when it happened. I think 21 was a record for the most pigs I needed to haul at once. Everyone wanted pigs on the same day and there was no changing their minds. The pigs loaded nice and settled in well to their new temporary, mobile home. At ten after five in the morning I started my journey to Dawson Creek, ten minutes earlier than normal. Everything was going great until suddenly the trailer disconnected from the truck. The safety chains kept it from totally taking off but I instantly knew I had a major problem. The morning was dark, cold, super icy and not another vehicle was in sight. I got lucky that day and managed to find bits and pieces of stuff inside the truck. Ten minutes later, we were on the road again.
When “Paul the turkey” was getting picked on by the other turkeys last fall, he didn’t realize his good fortune. We saw that he needed some human intervention so we set up a shelter close to the house and moved him in. When Christmas came all the other turkeys left for their dinner invitations but we decided to keep Paul. He now has become our yard pet and probably weighs around fifty pounds.
Last summer I bought some pregnant white pigs to fill in the gap I would have in my pork production. They ended up getting rebred by our Berkshire boar that is mostly black. White + black, the result? This past week we have had around thirty five piglets born with every combination of colours and spots imaginable. The two most common words I hear when we walk by their pen are “Ahhh!” and “Cute!”
I know, “you should take some pictures”.