Like Pigs

Peter Harris remembers…..NextBack

A couple or three large white sows and a boar were kept to supply piglets to be fattened for sale at market. These were housed in the two sties next to the cowshed. The piglets were weaned and despatched to the bottom of the rickyard to be fattened up for market. During and after the war food was scarce including animal feed. Whilst delivering the milk we would collect the left over and rotten food scraps left out by customers. These were then emptied into the swill bin on our return to the farm. The swill bin was about three feet round and five feet tall with a tight fitting lid. This was connected to the steam boiler which then steamed the food, sterilising it to an acceptable level. The bin could be turned on its axis and buckets of edible swill then fed to the pigs. The pigs really went mad for this treat of rotten bread, cabbage leaves and anything else which had gone into the mixture. Like most things on the farm it stank! Swill boiling has now been banned for some innocuous reason, pigs must now be served a balanced diet, given a knife and fork, taught to sit at the table and taught to keep their mouth shut when eating!


Mrs H, not having the benefit of kids, focused her maternal aspirations on a pig, as opposed to the usual choice of a dog. Most litters of piglets throw out a runt. A ne-er do well that is usually stunted and misshapen in some way. These runts used to be taken under her wing and house-trained just like a dog, with a regular spot on the mat next to the fire. I remember well one such loathsome creature. Some eyes can be more 'piggy' than others, but this one had a decided beady stare about it. A nasty minded little Hitler, it would come up behind you and take a nip at the back of the leg. Having done this to Cliff one day, it rapidly disappeared up the yard squealing it's head off, following a hefty well placed boot up it's nuts. Now Mrs H in full flight was a spectacular sight. Orange hair bouncing, arms waving, and a deluge of communication emanating from her bright ruby red painted lips as she tore into us for using her prize porker as a football. Having seen and enjoyed the film 'Babe', I fervently believe that she was fluent in 'piggy' language, after all she spent most of her free time talking to the thing!

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