I mentioned before that we decided to throw in the breeding towel when it came to pigs, and buy weaners (8 wk olds) to raise for slaughter instead. Apparently we’re not the only ones who’ve come to this conclusion. So much so, that it’s hard to find any to buy. After trolling Craig’s List for a while, we came across someone with Tamworth/Berkshire crosses, but by the time we called, he only had one left. Sold!

On Friday night, Ben made the hour+ journey to Cumberland to pick up a single gilt, who I will heretofore (for this post, anyway) refer to as Pig, maybe because she looks like the quintessential pig.


By the time Ben got back, the kids were in bed so I was able to help a little (aka mainly just point my headlamp in the right direction) as Ben pulled Pig out of the goat carrier and move her to the fenced part of the woods. I can think of few sounds more terrible than a screaming piglet, and this little lady was yelling right in Ben’s ear while bucking with all her 40 pound might. Thankfully Ben’s a strong guy, and he got her into the pen with no problems, despite it being pitch black and did I mention the harpy shrieking in his ear? Scout immediately placed herself in charge of this new recruit and spent the night next to Pig. By morning, they were fast friends, Pig snorting happily at the sight of his adopted dog mama.

This morning Ben was off to Palmyra to pick up five American Guinea Hog/Tamworth/Berkshire crosses. And because it was daylight, I have pictures this time. Here’s how you move a piglet.


Step 1: Crawl inside the goat carrier and grab whatever you can, be it leg or a full hug around the torso. Just get a hold of something.


Step 2: Hand that pig over to your assistant, who up until now was guarding the door for escapees. At this point, the pig is bucking and screaming, so there’s not a whole lot of verbal communication going on. The objective is simply not to drop the pig.

Bystanders should be warned about the whole screaming thing.

Step 3: Deposit the pig as gently as possible into the fenced area. Sometimes this means setting it down, sometimes dropping is your only option.


Now you have a pig safely confined to its new home. Go ahead and do that four more times, and try to avoid the piles of poop and vomit on the floor of the goat carrier. Fun!


Happily, Pig seems to be getting along with his new companions, who I’ve decided to call the G Hogs, because it sounds like a cool band name. Will is already making fun of me for that, so no need for you to chime in as well. The dork is strong with this one.