Currawong
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I grew up raising pigs. The only time I missed school was because I was out in the farrowing pens with the sows all hours. For some reason they seemed to have an aversion to having babies on a shiny, happy day or during daylight hours. Pigs are still pigs though. I was taught from the get go that if you fall down in a hog pen you could be dinner.
When I got to a sow too late and she'd already farrowed there were plenty of times that a well handled, named pig with documented generations of good motherhood had already eaten her own babies. They're smart, creative animals but they can be cruel and vicious also. My pigs were more pets than my dogs were but I also knew that they'd eat me if they got the chance. Fortunately, I knew that if I raised them right, there would be bacon at the end of the process.
Oh, and pigs will happily eat their own shit so they will certainly eat something truly disgusting and unsanitary. Different strokes for different species I guess.
You sound like a man who's seen a few things