Sitting on the Fence

Non-committal. Most people we've spoken to don't want to be challenged about the meat they eat.

‘I could never even kill a fish, never mind a chicken, but I love meat so much’

‘It’s just easier not to think about it’

‘It’s not going to make any difference even if I do stop eating meat’

Perhaps it’s time for us to accept a level of responsibility. We're so merrily detached from the reality of where and how our food is produced. We are all (mostly) guilty of it. And this is why we’ve spent the weekend building our (hopefully) pig-proof fencing in the little orchard behind our house in North Wales. Pigs are known as escape artists, they’re intelligent and they like foraging.

The snout of a pig is like a sneaky snuffling criminal crowbar – it’s perfectly designed for rooting around, prying things away and tearing up the ground. This is thanks to a round disc of cartilage at the tip of the snout which is connected to muscle which gives them additional strength and flexibility. 

Once the fencing is fully in place we're just playing a waiting game for our piglets to arrive. The sow is pregnant and Home Farm, Overton is awaiting her arrival from another farm, hopefully before she gives birth. Once born we'll be waiting 8 weeks for them to be weaned before bringing them home to our little orchard where they'll soon have plenty of pears and apples to scoff on.

It might not be pleasant to think about a sweet piglet ending up on your plate, but it's the reality.  We hope that by giving our piggies the best life possible, we will end up with some truly delicious meat that we can be proud of and experience eating in a completely different way. Let's do the journey properly, from piglet to plate!

 

Millie Diamond