My grandfather is/was a vet out in West Texas. In the 1970's, he was the only one in maybe a 50, 60 mile radius, so he took care of every kind of creature imaginable - including pigs.
Every spring, when the pigs would farrow, he'd take my uncle (age roughly 10) with him out to the pigpens. Since Charlie had long, skinny arms, it was easier for him to check the sows for hung piglets than it was for my grandfather. Uncle Charles would get paid a quarter for every piglet he pulled.
At one point, he got hold of a runt, who in Charlotte's Web fashion was given up for dead, and then raised by Charlie to be a 4-H project pig. Little Red later became a quasi-celebrity of the area because she'd escape her pen, walk a couple of miles down the highway to the Texaco station, plop her 300lb porcine ass on the concrete and refuse to move until someone bought her a coke and removed the cap. She'd then drink the soda out of the bottle.
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Date: 2007-05-02 09:47 pm (UTC)Every spring, when the pigs would farrow, he'd take my uncle (age roughly 10) with him out to the pigpens. Since Charlie had long, skinny arms, it was easier for him to check the sows for hung piglets than it was for my grandfather. Uncle Charles would get paid a quarter for every piglet he pulled.
At one point, he got hold of a runt, who in Charlotte's Web fashion was given up for dead, and then raised by Charlie to be a 4-H project pig. Little Red later became a quasi-celebrity of the area because she'd escape her pen, walk a couple of miles down the highway to the Texaco station, plop her 300lb porcine ass on the concrete and refuse to move until someone bought her a coke and removed the cap. She'd then drink the soda out of the bottle.