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