We had to butcher the gilt last night. Yep, I learned a new word. Crash course in pig farming. The gilt has not been able to get up on her hind legs for a couple of days. It wasn't worth the time or money to give medication for only a possible recovery. Well, I didn't have to help in the hands on butchering part. I had to run around doing prep work, rearranging fridge and removing shelves, buying plastic tubs that would fit, running over to the site and getting the ok on the set up. While there, I saw the skinned pig hanging from the tractor bucket. They wouldn't let me walk all the way back. Mr WD said, "You don't want to see this." Must have been a bloody mess back there.