Last night I drove 2 hours or so east across the state to pick up a boar piglet. Boar piglets seem kind of hard to find. We’ve been looking for about a month mainly they get castrated in the first week after birth. We wanted to get somebody to breed with our sow, Annabelle. We looked for American Guinea Hogs boar piglets first. There were a few litters that came up in our area but all of them were out of the same stock that we got, same breeder who sold us Annabelle. So I started looking at other heritage breeds. I’d have driven pretty far for an Gloucestershire Old Spot boar piglet because I’ve seen what those look like crossed with AGH and they’re super cute.
I started coming across Large Blacks as a breed and there seemed to be decent availability. Reading about the breed characteristics, I really like the how docility is stressed. I figure that a Large Black and AGH cross will be interesting looking, perhaps like really tall and long AGHs since the color is similar. Anyway, that’s what I went with. It was from registered stock and I paid $60 for the piglet, just being weened at almost 2 months old. He is already good size. Going to call him Boris. What else could you call him?
The little farm I got Boris from was in disarray. They were selling out for health reasons. Turns out the wife has a genetic disorder where her body can’t properly process toxins from the environment and their house had mold issues. So they were living out of a nice camper trailer in the front yard, selling everything and going to have to build a new, completely non-toxic house. The young farmer told me he was going to have to do most of the building himself because the prices he’d gotten from builders for it were through the roof.
He had a lot of nice stuff he was selling, mainly pig and chicken shelters and all kinds of greenhouses but also a tractor, lumber, hive equipment, et cetera. I bought a handful of maple spiles for $1.50 each and a 5 sheets of extra thick 8′ roofing metal for 20$. If I’d of had a trailer and perhaps lived closer I’d have bought more from the guy.
We talked for a little while after we’d loaded the metal and the pig in the back of my truck. He asked what we were doing mainly and I told him about the orchards and growing our own food. He seemed impressed that we don’t buy food from the store. He said that there were a lot of people who were interested in sufficiency now-a-days. I agreed.
We shook hands on a hopeful note, me headed off with a young piglet and a the promise of a litter and he a little bit further down the road to regaining health for his family. I wish the young farmer well. He had 3 little blonde girls running around him while he was talking with me. They were maybe 5, 3 1/2 and 2 years old and his wife back at the camper with a 6 month old baby boy. It was a cute family. Hope they get their roots back in the ground.
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