The new batch of piglets arrived this week. They are currently working on their first assignment: rototilling some leftover hay from the cows’ winter feed.
It is funny how apt the adjective “piggish” is. For one thing, they are almost absurdly greedy. They will throw their little bodies across a trough of food, legs splayed, to prevent their siblings from getting a share. They also make really loud smacking noises as they chew—just about as loud as I possibly could if I were trying to sound rude. We shake our heads and tolerate the rudeness. They are just “expressing their pigness,” as Joel Salatin would say. And after all, unlike my own kids, they do their chores without complaining.