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Christmas Bacon in the Flesh: Our New Pig!

Never a dull moment at the Knob House.

Just as I was settling in for a cozy Saturday morning of ebook writing work, Ian launched himself up our stairs two at a time, stopping only to catch his breath before telling me the simple phrase we both know is most likely to elicit a positive response.

“I’ve got some new content for your blog!”

And so he did. While my Saturday morning had me comfortable in my work chair, Ian had ambled himself over to the neighbor’s property, only to discover that the young pigs he had been raising were officially weaned, wormed and ready to be re-homed.

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Look at those little cuties!

So he did the only logical thing and paid for one.

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Months ago, when we first heard our neighbor’s sow was pregnant, Ian had eagerly anticipated getting himself a piglet by scouring ¬†every parking lot within a 400 mile radius for spare shipping pallets (only a slight exaggeration). After he collected about twelve he went straight to work assembling a pen sturdy enough to house a 200 pound piece of pork.

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To Ian, this abandoned pallet was a treasure beyond measure
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Back in April, when Ian had a dream and our baby pig was but a sparkle in his mother’s eye.

Our plans for a pig got derailed when we decided to adopt a second dog instead, and talk of raising our own pork was moved to the back burner.

…..until today. Apparently.

Is it any surprise that I dropped everything upon Ian’s announcement, hopped in the car with him, and promptly documented the entire process of procuring our newest homestead critter?

No. Not really.

Getting the pig was surprisingly easier than dealing with our first chickens a year ago. Those fluttering dinosaurs seemed greased, they were so impossible to catch, while little piggy here was just a solid fifty pounds of muscle that could be cornered relatively easily. Besides the ear-piercing shrieks he uttered upon contact (the pig, not Ian), Ian had little difficultly catching him and tossing him into our ever-useful dog crate.

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Contemplating the selection
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GET HIM!
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You’re ours now, buddy!

And now we have a pig.

Though he seemed to find the one mile drive to our home most unpleasant (and let us know this fact through his shrill squeals and an explosion of feces.) our piglet seemed happy enough once we got him into his new pen. Within seconds he was rooting around and smacking his gums at the tasty morsels growing throughout his enclosure.

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We’d be lost without this dog crate.
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I wish my food could look a little uglier- this guy looks like something you’d see on a preschool field trip.
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That, my friends, is a happy, happy husband.
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Aldo is less than impressed with the newest addition, however.
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First priority will be re-enforcing this tempting gap, lest our friend try his luck at being a wild pig.

And with that one snap decision, we have officially progressed into the major leagues of homesteading.

Rabbits and chickens, that’s small potatoes. But a PIG. You aren’t messing around when you get a pig. By the holidays we’ll have several hundred pounds of meat in our freezer (how exactly it will get there is a problem that can be solved another day….we’ve got time!)

And how does this affect you, my loyal blog readers?

  1. Time to become our friends: If you are nice to us in person these next few months, we’ll probably give you a Christmas ham. And no, I’m not bribing you with meat for friendship ’cause I’m desperate for human contact or anything. I’ve got my dogs, remember??

2. Name that pig! I’m open to all suggestions for what to name our new slab of pork. The top contender so far is “Dudley’. Think you can beat that? Put your suggestion in the comments!

Now, back to that ebook.

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10 thoughts on “Christmas Bacon in the Flesh: Our New Pig!

  1. Explosion of feces! Yes! I remember going with dad to get four pigs from down the road. The truck bed was covered in the two miles it took to get home. Also get that crack covered quick. They are escape artists. They also like to dig under things. I used to play in the corn crib because the pigs couldn’t get me in there. They never stayed in their pen.

  2. Never name your food lol, trust me it makes it easier. Pigs can dig under, around and through fences, my mother used to get so mad, they would get loose and go right for her flower beds!?

  3. We raise pigs on our little Idaho-homestead, or as I like to call it our Idahomestead. We also breed our pigs. You are right that you have moved into the big league with your own little baby bacon. We have learned that pig people are the best kind of people. Pigs have many a varied personality and learning their quirks is not unlike learning the quirks of small town folk. Pigs love human contact, if you get them used to it young.

    We try to keep the names of our food animals food related, lest we forget that they are only with us temporarily. We get attached to them, and we love them just like a member of the family, but by keeping the names food related we stay focused on their real purpose. We had one we called Barbie. Her full name was Barbie Kew. And she made some great BBQ if you know what I mean. I suggest you name your new pig Kris. Yes, his whole name could be Kris P. Bacon.

    Enjoy your home grown bacon. You will find that it tastes infinitely better than any you have ever bought in a store.

  4. I suggest you wait a few days and see what his personality is like. You’ll find yourself calling him something that’ll stick. The daddy of our current litter is named ‘Boris’ (Boar-iss). Just be careful around the pig; they are never very far from a feral state of mind. Wild hogs are omnivorous and not above hunting for meat. They will eat anything (including you!) and they have very sharp teeth unless the eye teeth have been cut (and even then, they still grow tusks over time!)

  5. Well he looks like an oreo to me, but after reading the suggestions not to befriend and name him, mayb we Bacon would be more appropriate. ..

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