I was going to wait another month to fatten her up just a little more, but she figured out how to escape from her pen and started roaming the pasture. I was afraid she might escape off the farm. |
So I called Mike, the on-farm butcher. She is a Red Wattle breed. |
Mom came out to watch, and ended up helping Mike with some health issues. |
Sounds like you have plenty of pork . . .
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