Oh, I have started this post a few times now but then I get all lost in words. So I have promised to keep it simple and not get all intense. If you've been visiting me for awhile, you'll know we got pigs last year.
We didn't get them because they were cute (although they were). We got them to raise for meat. You see, we eat meat and are quite keen on knowing where our meat comes from. It's a self sufficiency and personal responsibility thing. Our pigs had a good life, I reckon, running madly round our paddocks for most of their life, drinking boidynamic milk, home grown vegies, grains. They didn't have to go to the (horrible) abbatoir to be killed. The mobile butcher came and all that going from pig to pork meat happened at home.We appreciate the lives of our pigs and are thankful for good, decent meat.