This week I’ve got a job that I’m not looking forward to. I’m taking the first of my pigs to the abattoir. I’ve been umm-ing and ah-ing about it for ages and have decided that the biggest of them is about ready. I don’t have a very accurate way of measuring them but I think she is an okay weight for a Berkshire. Getting her loaded is a bit of a nightmare, its not easy getting her out of the shelterbelt and into the trailer, there is some squealing (pig), swearing (humans) and almost escaping (pig). A treat of cucumber finally swings it and we get her in the Lambulance.
25 November 2012 | 18 Comments
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