Weebles the Piglet: Part 1

| 4/30/2009 3:46:41 PM

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Pigs belong on a farm.

Something just didn't feel right this past fall. Deer hunting season came and went and I felt a void. Then it dawned on me. We didn’t have any pigs in the barn this winter.

I love pigs. I adore them. I love to feed them. And they love to eat. Jams, jellies, yogurt. Yogurt is their favorite. And breads. And pizza.

Thinking about the void of pigs this fall made me think back to a very special little guy named Weebles. Here is his story:

Several seasons ago, on the opening day of deer season, our young gilt, Polly, was about ready to become a sow.  She was in the beginning stages of farrowing, or giving birth.

We had bought Polly at an early age, along with Bacon the boar, and a bred gilt Molly. Turns out Molly never did have a litter, and when we went back to the original owner, he refused to make it right. We had paid a hefty sum for a bred pig and it was not to be. Rustic Russ and I were naive and were easily duped by that pig farmer.

Sherry 'Woodswoman'
5/3/2009 1:16:13 PM

Thanks Cindy ~ That Wilbur ~ he is always in the forefront of my mind. We actually named our first pig after him. And we have our fair share of Charlotte's too. :) Thanks for the kind words - I hope you enjoy "Part 2". Sherry http://www.grit.com/blogs/blog.aspx?blogid=3456

Cindy Murphy
5/1/2009 5:46:08 PM

Hhmmmm...the runt of the litter spends the night indoors...it reminds me of another special pig. Wilbur, of course, of Charlotte's Web fame. Although I'm not naive enough to believe spiders can save pigs from certain butchering, or that every story has a happy - albeit sometimes bitter-sweet - ending, I'm looking forward to reading part two of Weebles' story...however it turns out. Enjoy your day. ~ Cindy