Typing this post up makes me hearken back to the time our two daughters (Bonnie & Molly) were called pigs by me, at the supper table. It was a shameful thing to say at the them – but funny to think about now.
Just another day on the Falster Farm – its going on evening now, and time to feed those funny pigs out back there. They are occupying the collection paddock this summer because we have so many of them – 18 gilts and 2 mama’s.
They are on thick common Bermuda grass pasture now that the clover has burned up and been eaten off. They will be on this grass till it’s time to process them. They have all been sold except the mama sows, which we will breed back here shortly to a neighbor’s boar.
They get a rich diet of sunshine, long green chlorophyll laden grass, fresh and fermented raw, unprocessed milk full of calcium and every mineral. As you can see they also get watermelons and vegetables by the bucketful. They just finished up the peas from the truck garden and they loved um too.
Some folks say a pig won’t make it on these fresh vegetables, grass, raw milk and the like; but, I gotta tell you, anyone who has had French Fries cooked in Falster Farm Lard can attest to the outstanding taste and wholesomeness!
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