I built a large compost pile in the garden with two truckloads of horse manure and most of the garden waste from tomatoes and peppers. I needed a little help getting it composted well so I enlisted the help of my sister’s turkeys. This is just a 2-day assignment before they ship off to the freezer.
But mere turkeys are no match for a manure pile of such magnitude. It was time to bring out the big guns. I needed a pigerator. I brought another chicken tractor home from the pasture, made it reasonably pig-proof and bought some new shoats! WOOHOO!
I love pigs. Little pigs. Cute little oinkers that can’t knock you over and eat your arm. Little pigs are just the best. My sister is visiting and pushed me into it because she wanted to cuddle a spotted pig. We got a spotted pig.
And just in time too because we have some milk that soured when we went to Florida, we’re still trying to put up apples, pears and jalapenos and we generate more kitchen waste than our poor worms can handle.
I may have to go back to Mike’s and get 7 more.
My last few batches of pigs have come from our friend Mike. I posted about him some time ago. He was vaccinating newborn pigs yesterday when we visited and we got to hold a tiny, tiny pig.
Thanks Mike for farrowing on pasture and raising such high-quality stock.