A pig named Sweety who thought she was a chicken…

by frogpondsrock on May 10, 2009

in environmental stuff,On my soapbox,real life,Sadness

I arrived home one afternoon to find Jeffrey quite excited and a bit puffed out as well. Apparently a piglet had wandered into our yard and Jeffrey was so overcome by visions of roast suckling pig that he had spent quite a bit of energy trying unsuccessfully to catch the piglet.I started to have a bit of a look as well but there wasn’t any sign of a piglet at all. So we just threw extra chook food about the place hoping the piglet would return.

At first light the next morning I looked out the bathroom window and there was the pig eating the chook pellets. My first thought was, mmm tasty. My second thought was, she is far too small to eat, there is only enough meat on her for a good sized roast. I crept out onto the balcony gently calling,  “here pig pig pig, here piggy pig pig.” She took one look at me and scooted back into the bush. So I threw half a loaf of bread out to where she had been eating and went back inside to wait.

It didn’t take long for the chooks to discover the bread and once the pig saw the chooks eating away merrily, she came out of hiding. I told Jeffrey that the pig was back and that there was no way he was allowed to kill her as she was far too small to eat yet. She was about the size of a fat corgi and probably about 3 months old.

The chooks were a bit nervy around the piglet but she seemed relieved to finally have some company and started to follow them around. My chooks were totally free range at this stage because I generally forgot to lock them up of a night, so the piglet moved into the hen-house as well.

After about two weeks the pig was totally at home here and would come when I called because she  knew that I meant food. She was still very wary of Jeff and Dave and quite frightened of Harry the dog. She had totally bonded with the chooks, though they weren’t quite sure what to make of her.

I named her Sweety because she was such a little sweety and because it is also an easy name to call out Sweeeeeteeeee.

Six months later  it was time to eat Sweety. I hadn’t fed her that morning and everytime she saw me come outside she would run up to me and snicker at me for her breakfast.When it was time for the men to kill her I took out a bucket of food for her and she followed me to the killing tree. Sweety was grunting happily into her breakfast with no thoughts in her sweet piggy brain other than “mmm breakfast yummo” when she was quickly killed.

A friend later commented that Sweety must have been the unluckiest pig on earth to wander into our yard.

I disagree.

Sweety lived a happy free range life. She was never locked up once and grew big enough so that Harry the dog was frightened of her. She had a lovely big wallow, a mixture of pasture and bush to free range in and she slept in the chook pen in an old water tank filled with hay. She truly thought she was a chook and spent most of her time laying in the sun with two old hens. She would get very excited and squeal with glee when I watered the fruit trees because she absolutely loved to be squirted with the hose.

Sweety lived a happy life. She was also delicious.

This is one of the reasons that the absolutely appalling images of the factory farmed pigs that I wrote about yesterday upset me so much.

That we allow intelligent friendly animals to be kept in horrendous conditions so that we can have cheap pork absolutely appalls me. As I said to Jayne I have put a few extra nails in my soapbox because I expect to be standing on it for quite some time.

Now my lovelies you can help if you want to. You can copy/paste this letter that I have pinched from Veronica and email it to Woolworths.

Dear Woolworths,

I am horrified to see how out of touch Woolworths is with its suppliers that it takes trespassing activists to let the company know about the sickening conditions of the pigs in your suppliers’ care that has come to light recently.

If you think a list of suggested improvements and a follow up once a fortnight is an appropriate response you are deluded. People are incensed about this! I would be on their doorstep daily if I valued my reputation and animal welfare meant anything to me apart from brand image.

I think the company has under-estimated how much this has and will continue to tarnish your reputation. I am shocked that this is how the company wants to be seen.

I myself will not be buying pork products from Woolworths until you can satisfy me that they are being ethically produced in a humane environment.

Sincerely

[Your Name Here]

Woolworths contact form.

You can click over to Animals Australia and have a look there or you can go over to SaveBabe.com and help them out.

Now for the record I am not telling people to become vegetarians because I am a deadset carnivore. I am simply asking that you think about where your supermarket meat actually comes from. If just one person asks their local supermarket where they source their meat I will be a happy camper.

Cheers Kim

{ 12 comments }

Mrs. C May 10, 2009 at 12:22 pm

I LOVE THIS POST!!

Ah. Balance. I want to live like that. May God bless you richly!! With bacon! :]

Mrs. Cs last blog post..No Spelling Today.

Veronica May 10, 2009 at 12:47 pm

She was indeed delicious and lived a great life. I’m all for eating meat, I’d just prefer I knew where it came from. Like Sweety.

And my pet lambs! Jacko was delicious. Oscar the Super Chook made great soup.

Veronicas last blog post..Pig Farming in Tasmania

Tinkingbell May 10, 2009 at 2:28 pm

Thanks for that – I too am a carnivore and we had pigs (who were unsure if they were ducks or sheep) Either way, they were free range, cared for and happy

I am a carnivore, but I want my meat and my eggs to come from ethical producers.

I sent off the email as you suggested – but you know what? I think I’ll just stick to my local IGA which has it’s own butcher who knows all his producers and buys the animals on the hoof. Fuck Woolworths.

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river May 10, 2009 at 6:33 pm

I think it’s lovely that Sweety’s last thoughts were happy. Mmm breakfast. She had a wonderful life with you, completely stress free and we all know stress free meat is sweeter and more tender.

Sharon May 10, 2009 at 6:48 pm

I just bet Sweety tasted beautiful after such an idyllic life! Have you thought about raising another pig (or two) since then? Must be lovely to have the space and inclination to do that….

Did my letter to Woolworths and will post it tomorrow. Really hope it makes a difference.

Taz May 10, 2009 at 9:34 pm

aw

cute story till the end..

but i guess its the way of all farmers..

thumbs down and many more bad thoughts to the horrible pig farmers

Ree May 11, 2009 at 7:09 am

I love that she was delicious.

I sent the letter from Vonnie’s site – and wanted to stop by to tell you Happy Mother’s Day…from the States.

Rees last blog post..Grace in Small Things: 21/365

Tanya May 11, 2009 at 9:14 am

Its a nice thought when you are eating meat to know that the animal lived a good, happy life before they ended up on your plate. I think you can tell the taste difference too. We have bought meat from a farmer who farmed all the animals free range and killed them himself and the meat was very nice, actually the best I have ever had. It was also cheaper to buy in bulk…we buy from him everytime we run out. Unfortunately though he didn’t have pigs so we bought ham and bacon from the supermarket. I wont be buying again until I find out what is going on with the pig farming so thanks for posting about it or I never would have known……

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Jayne May 11, 2009 at 11:58 am

Happy mother’s day for yesterday, Kim!

Yep, happy, stress-free animals taste so much better but we wouldn’t know the difference these days unless we ate home-kill.

Jaynes last blog post..Mmmmmmmmmmmm foooooooooood

Linden May 11, 2009 at 7:43 pm

The program about the pig farm gave me the horrors – such a dreadful way to treat animals. Living in the city I have lost contact with the farmers I used to deal with in the country – animals farmed with love although that may be seen as a contradiction. Trust is always an issue with the big supermarkets – caught undeserving yet again.

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Barbara May 12, 2009 at 5:46 am

I think Sweetie was a very lucky piggy. I haven’t emailed Woolworths because I’m in the UK and I don’t think they’ll care if I’m not buying their products. I have, however, emailed a couple of friends that I have in Australia and asked them to do it for me so really I’ve done it twice!

Barbaras last blog post..131/365 – The Witch Had A Cat

Hyphen Mama May 14, 2009 at 5:48 am

I’m not sure I could eat an animal I’d named. Kinda gives me the creeps. My dad used to threaten to butcher our rabbits and that creeped me out. But if you can… GO FOR IT! I love that Sweety lived a happy life.

Hyphen Mamas last blog post..Forcing myself to focus on the things I love…. for just a minute or two

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