My neighbour, Kenny, and I purchased our pigs from Theodora Tebogt in Falmouth this year. Both of us refuse to eat commercial, PSE (pale, soft, exudative) pork, so each year we jointly raise a number of pigs, sharing the chores, trips for feed and treks to the abattoir. The mode of transport varies according to the available infrastructure. Half ton trucks work well, as do trailers, but this year we economized and managed to squeeze the pair of us, Hazel (the border collie), and four pigs into a Toyota Yaris.
Actually, Heather and I had already picked up two Berkshires from the zoo in Aylesford. This slower growing heritage breed is known for its reddish, tasty and well-marbled meat. The new arrivals bonded well with the Berks, without the skirmishes common among newly introduced pigs. All four sleep neatly lined up in a row, half buried in straw. Even young Limpy, who was kept in solitary confinement for some days on account of a swollen knee, has bonded well. This past weekend, the pigs made their first foray into a newly-constructed pen, outdoors. The environmental enrichment, complete with comfrey, old tires and mud should meet the highest of animal welfare standards. RJ