Oh they were fine looking fellows but too well known in the neighborhood DNA wise. Our Red Wattle blood line needed , dare I say it ? Diversity. I often get myself in trouble when I use that word so I've learned to be cautious.
No one seemed interested in buying either of the guys but we did get an offer to trade from another ball team. Get it ? BALL team ? Oh come on, you know that's funny. Is too. So we swapped pictures and profiles, work histories, parental blood lines and other resume stuff. A deal was struck and the Wickham Farmers arrived from Maquoketa, Iowa.
|New pig exhausted from his ride. Its not easy laying on a comfy bed|
with absolutely no responsibilities you know. Like being a teen again.
Their boar met our high standards..."four legs, check. Two ears, check, ability to play ball ...check." (Sorry, cannot help myself). Our boar winked at the female farmer and grunted "me boar, you Jane" and the deal was completed. Really, her name was Jane. Really.
Cool thing is, this new guy is brother to Barbara, the Gal RW who came to our farm a few months ago from Wisconsin to be bred by our other boar Mad Max. The resemblance was uncanny. Light red color, slender nose and that charming smile. It is definitely a small world here in Red Wattle Willage.
|Professional hog movers...were no call, no shows, so Keith and Walt rose|
to the challenge. Securing the trailer well with bread loaf twist ties
our dark skinned RW was made ready for the trip West.
|Keith humming "Getting to know you" with new boar Wally.|
Obviously one ferocious pig
He has sweet eyes, that's all that matters. Well that and the ability to knock a few out of the ball park