we had a lovely surprise today at the cabin when one of J’s nurses brought little 5-week-old Winston by. she joked about leaving a baby in the car.. and when we figured out what kind, i bolted outside.
apparently Winston was being bullied by some larger pigs, so she’s fostering him until he can stand up for himself. in the meantime, like she does with all of her other piglet fosters, she plans to leash-train him and teach him tricks (“play dead” is a favorite, rather appropriately..)– … and then she probably eats them.
she told a story about a particularly mean piglet that was rather nippy.. they decided to take a marker to him and draw the different cuts of meat so they could taunt him about how big and tasty his hams were getting. genius.