Swineherding with Sasquatch

Life finds a way and Pirate is a survivor. He just won't give up the ghost. I think it is a waiting game to see if he recovers enough to where I feel comfortable harvesting him. Will he be butchered or culled?

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We went to check on Pirate after we left him for dead in a wallow with a broken leg the other day.

We finally found him at the bottom of the Poop Hill wallow.

Life finds a way . . . for now.

Degenerate sex and death for breakfast.

I'm starting to think that the boars being uppity and Pirate going missing are both connected to Daddy's Girl going into heat. We're going to need to loop back to the boars and gilts issue at a later time, but for now we're rejoicing that we found Prate on the property. Now if the dogs would just behave.

We were enjoying evening chores, checking out the new piglets, and talking about how nice Mom's big boar is when Mini-Squatch IV realized that the big boar didn't have an actual name.

He shall henceforth be known as Roscoe.

Unfortunately, shortly thereafter I noticed a large flesh wound in another pig's bacon. A 5" long and deep gash that could only have been made by a very large tusk . . . which is attached to Roscoe's head.

The search for Pirate continues . . .

I haven't seen Pirate in almost a week . . . So I decided to start searching in earnest for him this morning. My search led to a Sunday morning stroll through almost all of Sasquatch Wallows. Still no sign of the missing boar . . .

As I was enjoying my Saturday morning coffee on the couch, Mini-Squatch IV alerted me to the fact that Chupi had escaped the loading paddock; these are the shenanigans that followed . . .