Pigs in the Moonlight

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
 
-Oscar Wilde
 
Well, tomorrow’s the day. Pig Day. I’m far more upset than I thought I’d be. I keep thinking up wild scenarios in which they escape or are spared. Like maybe by the time we wake up tomorrow they will be engaging in Bonnie and Clyde style hijinks halfway to Rutland, having jumped the fence during the night. Or maybe scientists will discover that pig spit cures cancer. Of course they will have to announce this before 9 tomorrow morning, but in an infinite universe anything’s possible.

Tonight after dinner, Cory and I went out to the pigs to say goodbye. I generally don’t believe in magic (or schmaltz), but I can’t help but describe the visit as magical. The moon was bright, giving their fuzzy pink hides a luminescent glow. We brought them an apple and two chocolate chip cookies each, and then we scratched their bellies. It was a relatively warm night, making them active and eager to play. I was glad that their last night could be warm and especially beautiful. As we stood looking at our friends, Cory said that maybe we weren’t cut out to be pig farmers. Maybe we had to farm something we didn’t need to kill. I said even garlic dies when you pick it. Cory rubbed Walter behind the ears and said he thought there was a wide world between Walter and a head of garlic. Then I cried a little.

When we finally went inside I looked back at Walter and Flo. They were standing very still, nuzzling in the moonlight.

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2 responses to this post.

  1. A nice reflection! There is nothing easy about taking life, but if one is to eat meat (or plants for that matter), then it should become a sacred rite. Peace in the work…

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  2. Thank you so much for the encouragment! I very much enjoyed exploring your farm site http://www.justlivingfarm.org We’re researching goats for this spring!

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