We took our last two Berkshire pigs to the abattoir today, a job made more complicated by the death of one of the porkers, a last-minute change of abattoir and a last-minute change of butcher. Still, we got everything organised in the end and were up early to load the pigs today.
The easiest way to load pigs into a trailer is to let them do it themselves, while blocking off lines of retreat. Today was no different. I sprinkled a handful of sow rolls in the trailer and on the ramp, opened the gate from the pen into the race and stood back. After a few minutes, the pigs trundled down the race and, after a few stops to check the scenery, loaded themselves.
The only problem, as far as the pigs were concerned, came when I shut the trailer’s gates behind them, preventing them from getting to the remaining sow rolls.
“Is this supposed to be open?” The boys had to say goodbye to the pigs before we left. Normally, they just have a look but as these were our last two pigs the boys wanted to give them a final scratch before they went. As soon as the trailer’s side door was opened, an inquisitive pig appeared.
A picture of pig relaxation. The boar, in particular, was extremely fond of ear rubs, which made him go weak at the knees and collapse sideways. In this case, that meant onto the gilt who wasn’t best pleased at being used as a pillow. With the pigs loaded, farewells done and boys loaded, we headed off to the abattoir in Elgin.