Well, they are here. I sure know where the expression ... 'squealing like a stuck pig'. ... comes from. Boy were they loud when we were catching them and loading them into the truck!All four are girls. One is smaller. All seem very healthy.
My big dogs spent most of the night protecting the flock from the menace that these pigs must be. I'm hoping that they soon see them as fellow farm-mates ... :-)
The pig stye that Matt and I made seemed all they needed in order to feel at home ... along with some slop, of course.
If you come to visit ... bring your kitchen compost waste ... hehehe.
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