To market, to market
To buy a fat pig.
Home again, home again
Jiggity jig.
To market, to market
To buy a fat hog.
Home again, home again
Joggers Jog.
Those are the words, here are the pictures:
*********WARNING********
If you think the pork you buy in the store just "magically" falls out of the sky in those little cellophaned packages, you can either stop right here or prepare to be educated.
Home of our 4 Red Wattle pigs. The creek runs through there and they LOVE to wallow in the "mud hole"
The chosen one...Agnes. She was supposed go to market 3 weeks ago, but is too smart for those of us loading her. She knew what was happening the minute the trailer came to the pen. WASN'T GOING TO HAPPEN!!
This time the guys built a "chute" of pallets and brought lots of help.
And by help I mean....sat in the back of the truck and watched.
Whew!! In the chute. Now to coax her into the trailer.
It took less than15 minutes from start to finish to get her loaded. She's probably about 350 pounds and has kind of a bad attitude, so it was time for her to travel down the road.
It is kind of sad to see an animal go to market, but we send her with thankfulness for her life and comfortable that we gave her the best environment in which to live her life.
Now, pass the bacon:):)
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