So I grew up raising hogs. My family had worked for a company for over 20 years breeding, farrowing, and weaning them.
My parents used to take me into the farm when I was little on the weekends, snow days, and holidays. Whenever I didn't have school I spent my free time taking care of these animals. I loved it.
The best part was being able to watch the gift of life. Watching the sows and gilts farrow and have babies is a miracle.
I also know that there a bunch of people who are against facilities such as Hog Farms because they think everyone mistreats animals. I can tell you that the animals I care for are spoiled. So, spoiled to the point where, one of the ladies I work with feeds her sows a piece of candy every now and again.
I'm so glad I got this job, I've missed my piggies. I feel at home again.
Now If I could only combine my future photography degree with my current job and my life would be... well almost perfect.
I would have never guess that you were a farm girl. I used to go harvest plantain to my gramp's farm with my mother and the life at the farm is so peaceful and relaxing. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI've gotten that a lot. This isn't the first time i've worked with pigs. :)
ReplyDeletebut it is, very peaceful.