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President,
Senior Scribes
Pig Farmer… Not!
By Delbert Blickenstaff
At the time of this story Louise and I were living on our farm with our
horses. No pigs. In fact the only contact I had had with pigs was
when Louise’s dad took his only vacation and we stayed on his farm and
fed the animals.
When I was invited to relieve Jim and Carlotta of their pig feeding
duties one weekend so they could attend a Marriage Encounter Session, I
was again introduced to pigs. Louise and I had attended a session
and found it helpful. So, why not?
Jim invited me out to his farm and walked me through the feeding
process. The first barn contained about 20 sows, each with at
least 5 little pigs, all squealing and grunting at the same time.
What a cacophony! The pigs ignored me.
But a few days later when I walked in the barn alone the reaction was
entirely different. The Boss Sow immediately saw that I
wasn’t Jim and gave a signal to “shut up!” And they did.
Total silence. I went about my feeding work and when Boss Sow
realized I was doing Jim’s work she gave another signal and all the
pigs went back to their noise making.
The rest of the weekend was uneventful. What I learned was that
pigs have their own language and that they listen.
Delbert Blickenstaff, M.D.
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