OK - my hubby thinks I am totally whacked in the head (I tell him, well for starters, I married you...LOL).
I adopted two spayed pot belly pigs - one is 2.5 years and the other is a year old. The white one came with the name Fern and the black one came with the name Cider. The horses don't mind them EXCEPT for Independence... who is alarmed by the little grunters and she jumped out of her stall all goggle-eyed and hightailed it back to the outdoor pen. She and Mercy switched stalls as Mercy likes them better and even my wild Modern filly likes even likes them - they were sharing hay through the stall grates.
They are very clean little critters, love to eat (I love how they smack their lips) and I was surprised at how little they do eat (they can "pork out" if given the wrong food so they are on controlled diets). There is no smell to them - I learned that if you feed garbage and scraps, that is what gives them the nasty odor and their "pig berries" are more like mini horse poops. (My brother-in-law's farm pigs have a nasty smell to them but I love visiting them and seeing the piglets.)
They are getting used to me but have learned so far that I am the food lady and I do really awesome belly rubs and back scratches. They can squeal... when the humane society manager grabbed them to put them in my horse trailer, Cider let a few squeals out but Fern could have split the building in two - it sounded like she was being murdered! Once in the trailer she was fine and at our farm we spared them the trauma of being picked up and I let them down the ramp and herded them to a pen.
Hubby is currently making lots of bacon, sausage and pork chop jokes but like all the animals here, he ends up liking them.
His friends who are visiting are making "Green Acres" jokes.
He went over and above the call of duty when my dog Bridget got sick last night and he cleaned it up for me....
He'll find a nice apple pie when they all get back from their bowhunting excursion.
Denise
Silversong Farm
I adopted two spayed pot belly pigs - one is 2.5 years and the other is a year old. The white one came with the name Fern and the black one came with the name Cider. The horses don't mind them EXCEPT for Independence... who is alarmed by the little grunters and she jumped out of her stall all goggle-eyed and hightailed it back to the outdoor pen. She and Mercy switched stalls as Mercy likes them better and even my wild Modern filly likes even likes them - they were sharing hay through the stall grates.
They are very clean little critters, love to eat (I love how they smack their lips) and I was surprised at how little they do eat (they can "pork out" if given the wrong food so they are on controlled diets). There is no smell to them - I learned that if you feed garbage and scraps, that is what gives them the nasty odor and their "pig berries" are more like mini horse poops. (My brother-in-law's farm pigs have a nasty smell to them but I love visiting them and seeing the piglets.)
They are getting used to me but have learned so far that I am the food lady and I do really awesome belly rubs and back scratches. They can squeal... when the humane society manager grabbed them to put them in my horse trailer, Cider let a few squeals out but Fern could have split the building in two - it sounded like she was being murdered! Once in the trailer she was fine and at our farm we spared them the trauma of being picked up and I let them down the ramp and herded them to a pen.
Hubby is currently making lots of bacon, sausage and pork chop jokes but like all the animals here, he ends up liking them.
He went over and above the call of duty when my dog Bridget got sick last night and he cleaned it up for me....
Denise
Silversong Farm
