No 21
I will repeat the story of Number 21
The rather sweet photo of the piglet on my side bar somewhat intrigued a follower recently and they wanted to know more about her and why I had celebrated her in such a way.
They may be surprised to find out that Number 21 was a pure monster.
Some years ago now , after some weeks preparation I came home with two piglets in the back of the old berlingo. The little boar was a perky saddleback and the sow piglet was a feisty Gloucester old spot.
I planned to fatten both up for the table.
From the get go, I was determined not to get attached to the two of them and so always referred to both by their ear tag numbers.
It was not hard not to get attached to number 21.
She was a real bitch.
Where Number 12 grew into a massive, benign six footer teddy bear of a pig Number 21 developed clear psycopathic tendencies . Mercilessly she bullied her sty mate, nipping and biting him away from any tidbit that I or the neighbours threw for them and over a two month period she caught and ate at least twelve chickens who were stupid enough to wander into her enclosure. ( I had put the losses down to a fox until I actually saw her attack and rip to pieces a sleepy buff Orpington who had chosen to sunbathe in the wrong place.
When she was fully grown I refused to enter the sty without a pig board or a stick for protection for where Number 12 would nibble my fingers playfully as I stroked him Number 21 would try to take great chunks out of my wellies , thighs and buttocks when the mood took her.
I was constantly paranoid about her and the dogs as I had no doubt that if she caught one of them she would have killed them within seconds and this fear was substantiated by the sight of her once disembowelling a newly deceased female turkey called Gloria, a body that I lowered into the sty at 8 am one morning and one that had totally disappeared ( beak, feathers and feet included) by noon.
I shed a small tear when Number 12 wandered good naturedly into the abattoir in Denbigh a year to the day after he arrived.
I didn't miss Number 21 at all.
But she sure did taste good!
No 12 and 21
No. 21 was simply misunderstood.
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I have never kept Pigs. It's their eyes that have prevented me!
ReplyDeleteThat is funny. I am the same. Goats, too.
DeleteSomewhat dismaying to see the reality of bacon, sausage, and really excellent barbecue with DH's barbecue sauce.
ReplyDeleteHugs!
O meu objetivo na disciplina assistência farmacêutica era estudar bastante, tirar nota maior que a Julia Agnes Souza da Silva, provar que eu sou mais inteligente que ela e que eu só não passei em orgânica 1 porque ela não me deu cola.
ReplyDeleteEntão eu estudei bastante para essa disciplina, porque eu achei que se eu conseguisse tirar nota alta numa disciplina que eu não gostava, eu provaria que eu era mais inteligente que a Julia Agnes Souza da Silva.
Na P1 da disciplina assistência farmacêutica, a professora Isabela Ramos Silverio imprimiu prova a menos, então a professora pegou as provas de volta e foi imprimir mais prova para entregar para a turma, só que você não devolveu a prova dela, enquanto a professora Isabela Ramos Silverio estava imprimindo mais provas, todo mundo da turma ficou tirando foto da prova que você não devolveu para a professora, todo mundo da turma colou na prova menos eu.
A sua cola me impediu de provar que eu era mais inteligente que a Julia Agnes Souza da Silva e que eu só não passei em orgânica 1 porque ela não me deu cola.
O pior é que a professora Isabela Ramos Silverio ainda me obrigou a fazer trabalho em grupo com você e com o seu namorado o Fabricio Pereira dos Santos Maia, o pior é que eu não podia falar nada, porque o Fabrício Pereira dos Santos Maia fazia parte do meu grupo da aula prática de farmacotécnica II, se eu me recusasse a fazer aula prática com você e com o seu namorado, a professora iria me colocar para fazer parte do grupo da Leticia de Sousa Albuquerque, a Letícia de Sousa Albuquerque passou colando em cálculo para farmácia usando o Photomath.
Eu sei muito bem que o seu namorado o Fabricio Pereira dos Santos Maia filmava o que eu falava na aula sem a minha autorização e mandava o vídeo para a Ana Beatriz de Lima, a Gabriela Santana Andrade e a Ana Luiza Vidal Pimentel Santos.
Eu descubro tudo, assim como eu descobri o seu Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/mariaamiceli/
O pior é que você e o Fabrício Pereira dos Santos Maia fazem iniciação com bolsa e o Fabricio Pereira dos Santos Maia ainda publicou esse artigo científico:
https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC11771759/
O Fabrício Pereira dos Santos Maia caiu muito de nível na faculdade, para quem ficava com mulheres bonitas na faculdade como a Gabrielle Perroni Santos de Souza, começar a namorar com um troço feio igual a você é cair muito de nível. O Fabrício Pereira dos Santos Maia está perdido tendo você como namorada.
Se você morasse aqui na rua a história seria bem diferente. Em cima da minha rua funciona uma boca de fumo, em frente a minha casa funciona um ferro velho clandestino que fornece material furtado para os traficantes fazerem barricadas.
I agree wholeheartedly with everything Maria Miceli had to say about rearing pigs and the price of bacon.
DeleteShe sounds like an absolute terror! But looks so sweet.
ReplyDeleteHow can something so cute be such a terror? Glad Weaver is warming to you at last. How are you feeling today? xx
ReplyDeleteEating one's enemies is surely the ultimate form of revenge.
ReplyDeleteI remember there was a " murder story" years ago, and the victim was dumped in with the pigs so that there was no evidence left of a body...they ate the lot!! Not sure if it was true or a TV prog!
ReplyDeleteIts true that pigs will eat every bit of a human
DeleteFrances -I saw that same mystery program! Here in Michigan.
DeleteI’m always stunned when faced with the realities of being a meat eater. Where does pork come from? The supermarket. She sure did look adorable.
ReplyDeleteAs a vegan, this is a sad story.
ReplyDeleteOh dear, that final photo.
ReplyDeleteLife as a farmer.
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