Dear Farm Journal,
Today was filled with a steady bustle of farm activity, but maneuvering five squealing, wriggling piglets into their new home was the most memorable. Nothing quite compares to their sound of alarm, but I would probably scream too if someone was hauling me through midair by the hind legs. They are a bit skittish and don’t waste any time with introductions. The five of them get right to work on this wild patch of ground, rooting up burdock, ragweed, quack grass, pig weed, and anything else in their path. It’s abundantly clear this is what they were put on this earth to do. I’m both thrilled at these happy little porkers and dismayed at the multitude of hogs raised in confinement, never allowed to enjoy a more traditional farm life like this. They’re already teaching me about the unique role they play in the farm ecosystem, and I can’t wait to see how we all grow together.