A baby pig.
One of Matt and Angie's other pigs (not the mulefoots) just gave birth to two piglets. One didn't make it. Mother Nature--and mothers themselves, in this case--can be cruel.
Now this little guy will have to be bottle-fed every four hours, because the mom has proven that she's incapable of caring for him. Quite the contrary, actually. She has supremely malevolent intentions. Pigs are into murder, it seems.
Although, since all of these creatures are destined for the dinner plate at some point, you could say that we're into murder too. Hrmm.
Labels: pig chronicles