We have new farm residents. They are not long term residents, they are short term. I have to keep telling myself that so they stay in the short term category. Meet Biscuits and Gravy, they are Meishan pigs. Meishan pigs are a rare heritage breed and their status is criticality endangered. This means a valiant effort is needed to help the breed recover or we may lose it forever. Part of this effort is utilization for preservation. We believe by utilizing this breed and feeding them organically, we can produce a healthier more nutritient dense product for our family.

This may come as a surprise to most but this is not my first experience with a pig, actually this is my third. Now mind you my previous experiences were interesting and brief so they may not lend much in the way of guiding us on this new endeavor. Unless wrestling one of these pigs is in my future. Yes you read that right! So this is my story…My first up close encounter with a pig was at a fair. (You know this is not going anywhere good) I was in a circle with a number of other kids, all of us in our early teenage years, and in the center of this large circle was a pig. I am sorry pig, I don’t know if I have ever put that out there, but I am truly sorry. The objective was to catch this pig and get it into a holding pen. For those of you that do not know, pigs are fast and loud. Oh and did I mention, we kids were greased up to our elbows. I swear this is true, and I really hope they do not do such activities today, but yours truly…… won that pig! However, he never made it home with me. As we pig winners came out of the gate, there were several farmers willing to help us (no business with a pig people) take that pig off of our hands. I think I ended up with a funnel cake out of the deal. My second experience involves me on a dirt bike ride when I  came across a loose pig wandering along the road. Again, yours truly jumped off my dirt bike, and wrestled that piggy to the ground in hopes to save him from traffic. He rode home sitting in my lap, ears flapping in the wind. He earned the name Harley that day. Harley lived with us for sometime until we, or more likely my parents, said people like us have no business with a pig.

I have already informed my farm mates there will be no more wrestling little or big piggys as a third time would be a win for the pigs. I am way too old, and way too slow. I hope you join us as we blog our journey raising these beautiful creatures, utilizing them on our farm, and eventually on our table.