Saturday, 29 June 2013

Boxed In

With only a week and a bit to go, the pressure is rising. What am I going to charge? What are they going to weigh? How much meat is there going to be? Am I going to have the stomach to go through with it?
I weighed them with a nifty technique using a length of string, and the bigger one weighs 49 kilos, which is 108 pounds. The prime weight for a slaughter pig is apparently 250 pounds, so a while to go yet, and only a week and a bit to do it in.
So I've been feeding them up, as you can see with this box of lettuce!


Tuesday, 18 June 2013


I've been taking a lot of photos of everyday occurrences in the pig yard, mainly for project reasons but also for future nostalgia. I've been using a proper Samsung camera rather than my iPod.
The bigger they grow, the more they drink, so much so now that I am having to fill up their water bowl twice a day!

Always wear hardy shoes when visiting the pigs, unless you want munched feet.

Check out the difference between the churned up pig yard and the green of the soursobs adjacent!

They are always looking to get stuck into things.

Once they have finished their meal, scavenger birds flock in to finish off.

Too smart to cross that fence again!


Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Size Comparison

Over the weeks that the Bacon Brothers have stayed on our farm they have grown so much. When they arrived they were tiny little things, cute as puppies. Now they're not as cute, but they're massive!

From when they were piglets...
 To when they arrived on their first day...
To a few weeks in...
Still growing...
And look at them now!

Not long to go now. I will be sure to say a blessing before eating this pork. They are happy and they will be delicious.

Saturday, 1 June 2013

Ball Hogs

It just so happened that I had a spare soccer ball in by cupboard so I decided to let the pigs have a run with it. Though it seems that they were more interested in eating it than playing ball. But what can you expect just before meal-time? Anyway, hopefully it gives them some enjoyment when they're not truffling around in the soil.