It was a fluke‚ sort of‚ that I got a breeding group of pigs.  I had obtained two “feeder pigs” to see if I could raise them for the freezer.  I spoiled them‚ named them‚ and they had the run of the farm because they could get under the gates quite easily.  I didn’t really mind.  They were cute and would follow me everywhere.  The closer we got to their butcher date‚ the more they earned their new names: “the terrorists”.  I started calling them that because their love of food outweighed everything else.  They would get in the chicken … The post My Experiment in Small-Scale Pig Farming‚ by SaraSue appeared first on SurvivalBlog.com.