loanwizard: Yes, I'm still afraid of 'em. I have raised my share of runts on a bottle - because I was made to do so. As soon as they were bit enough to bite the end of the nipple off - they went back to their mama. When we had the broiler houses, one of my jobs was to go through every morning and pick up dead chickens...and feed them to the hogs. Those swine crunched them guts, feathers & all! And down the road from us (about 8 miles "as the crow flies") a man and his wife had a hog farm. Hundreds of hogs. One fall, he took a truck load to market and left his wife to tend the hogs. They knocked her down, killed her, and then ate her. Coroner found part of her pelvis, some red hair & bloody dirt. No thank you. I'll stick with my chickens! They might" peck my eyes out," but I think I can still out run 'em!