the end of an era--tammy the pig

it’s truly—the end of an era.  today I whispered a soft prayer to myself, kneeling in a busted, rusted, jalopy of a trailer—shades of rust and blue.  entire sections of metal peeling apart—I kneeled with a bucket of slop perched in between my legs, tilting it forward with quiet hands.  in front of me, just over a foot away, was tammy—our herd’s matriarch.   a living legend.  the mother of my own first pig, and the grandmother to so many in our herd.  our mascot.  and as a farm, and as a business, the cost of carrying a mascot, no matter how loveable or timeless, had become a giant money pit.

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Pig etiquette

me, personally?  the way i act around the pigs is always very calm and mild mannered.  if they are going to remember only one single thing about me, i’d prefer it to be that they are comfortable with me in their space.

as the video footage documents, chef francois takes a slightly different “approach” to managing the hogs.  if you listen closely, you can hear him justify this assault with “i gotta get a quick weight on brutus.” 

poor brutus.