
I'm just as twisted. The problem lays in the fact I know/met a couple pig farmers. A Marsades SUV pulling a trailer with hogs sound a sleep in the back. He had a tailored suit and leather full length coat and his wife had a lovely mink. They had been out on the town after showing their pigs at some kind og pig thing. The pigs were still spotless. They were tired after the big day, apparently collapse in the deep straw and snuggled next to each other to keep warm. The other pig farmer I actually know, he was collage educated, and when ever I ran into him he was well dresses.
There is money in them dare pigs. I would not hisitate to marry a man I love if he was a pig farmer. I would be over joyed to fall for a man with money.
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I now have 5 peeps and a 6th trying to get out. I moved her to a private pen so she will not have to fight off the big girls the first week. I put a farm barn heater in it. It has plastic sheeting on all sides and top. Trying to keep drafts away. I hope I made the opening big enough fore her to get thru. She is so fluffed up she looks hug. I thought a night move would be best. A couple of the girls showed to much interest and was trying to pick at what was under her. She protected the peeps now, but when they start running around it will not be so easy.
One is a charcoal black and very tiny, I think must be a bantam. It is all I can do to keep from handling them. I do not want to stress Moma any more then she is.