I went outside yesterday to check pigs. Of course, knowing our luck, I walk into the pen where the new boars are and wondering, what is that under the snow?
It was a new boar. Dead.
It looked like he walked 10 feet outside of his shelter, fell over and died in the snow.
He better have at least bred some gilts before dying on us!
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