Oink! June 28, 2012Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Love and Death.
Tags: Manda Farm, piglets, pigs, plainfield
High up in Plainfield at the Manda Farm…
…Summer sets the larger livestock to languid lounging:
But wait, what’s this in the shadows?
It’s Junior, coming around Momma’s flank, his little legs moving with flip-book rapidity. Squeeee!
And here come his siblings, tumbling over each other and nipping indignantly when they get butt-bumped to the back:
Three of them stop for a brief pose, and I can’t help thinking of them as Moe, Larry and Curly-tail:
I wanted a closer shot (and didn’t have Gizmo on the box,) but though Farmer Mike had assured me that Momma was gentle, I declined to go inside the little shed with several hundred pounds of Maternal Ham lying there. Tolerance has its limits, whereas Motherly Love knows no bounds!
Thanks to Mike Kalagher for his hospitality, and for pointing me at these five-day-old cuties.
Piglets. May 22, 2012Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Love and Death.
Tags: Canon 2X tele-Extender III, Canon 800mm telephoto combo, carnivores, chicken, food chain, Gizmo, local farms, omnivores, piglets, Shelburne MA, vegetarianism
‘Tis the Season.
Piglets on a farm in Shelburne:
…here with Mom.
…eating everything green it could find:
And accompanied by every barnyard’s Overseer:
They’re cute little buggers, but when they get bigger they’ll be delicious.
This is the reality of farm life. Raise it, kill it, eat it, don’t get overly attached. And please understand that that’s very different from not appreciating the part our prey plays in our lives. If we’re carnivores, if we eat beef or pork or poultry, we couldn’t do better than patronizing the family farms dotting our countryside. Locally, it’s not cages and cubicles, it’s not force-feeding of the wrong stuff. It’s green grass and sunshine and attentive care from people who are committed to something much more sustainable than Factory Farms.
Cute piggies become delicious pork, and fuzzy chicks end their days on a spit over a barbecue pit. It’s called a “food chain,” and we’re a link in it. Understanding that is important to either accepting it or changing it.