John and Sonny decided to build the shelter that will eventually house the piglets we plan to raise. They figured out the design yesterday and got all their supplies together along with a late afternoon Lowes run to buy some 8 foot long 2x6s and and 2x4s. The sides of the building would be made from scrap pieces of metal from previous projects.
The design is simple. It is a low A frame structure with three enclosed sides. That will keep drafts from blowing in even though the front is left open. The pigs will have plenty of room to stretch out or pile up on one another. The plan is to raise them from April until about October or November when they will reach an optimum weight for butchering. I really don’t like that word nor do I like slaughtering but that is what it is called. Our hogs will have a nice comfortable place to enjoy life, shelter, plenty of food, and of course every hogs dream, a mud hole. I think the term hog processing sounds much better.
Mother nature tested John and Sonny all day. She poured rain, pelted hail and gave them a small treat of sunshine now and then. The temperature was chilly, then warm and back to chilly. John and Sonny worked undaunted, dodging into the truck when the weather turned really nasty. At one point when Carol and I had come out to make them a cup of coffee the sun disappeared and hail came pouring down.
We jumped into the truck cab and John and Sonny took cover in the just finished pig hooch with their cups in hand. We could not see them from our vantage point but could imagine them crouched inside, safe and dry, sipping on cups of java. Their job was done for today and it was a job well done. No pig could ask for a better shelter. The fencing will have to be put up another day.
When the pigs do finally arrive and happen to escape I am sure it will always be John’s pig. I have his phone number on speed dial.