The original plan was just to toss them into one of our currently unused temporary electric fences and let them do their thing and grow big and fat until fall and then send them to get processed. (Nope, we definitely aren't brave enough to do them ourselves-- to the butcher's they will go. Please don't label us as wimps for this minor weakness on our part.)
Of course, things did not go according to our ridiculously simple procedure.
Upon arrival they exited stage left-- that is to say they skipped over the two strands of electric wire that would certainly keep them contained according to Storey's Guide to Raising Pigs and they departed into the vast woodland-- presumably to seek their fortunes. Had Suzanne not intercepted them near the stream in the woods attempting to climb a hill (pigs somehow have trouble with sloping terrain) their fortunes would perhaps have been met in the stomach of a great bear. Yes, we have bears and we had a recent report of a bear near the border of our own property; and yes-- if Little House is to be believed (which it is by the way) then bears do indeed enjoy a wholesome pig or two every now and then.
Suzanne carried their mischievous tushes home and tucked them in for the night in what she refers to as ''the pig barn'' which, in reality, is the sorriest little wooden-pallet-and-tarp sort of shack you ever saw. The next day was such a horrendous comedy of errors and escapes and pig chasing that we all just want to forget as soon as possible and therefore I will not burden your mind with such horrors and instead leave it to your imagination.
(Did I mention that the piglets have a very-- distinct aroma to them?)
The day after, those two decided to take up residency in the buck pasture-- for no discernible reason whatsoever. I mean, why? What is so enticing about the buck pasture? There is nothing any more appealing in the buck pasture than there is anywhere else on the farm-- unless they enjoy torturing Ebony and Binky with their presence that is. The bucks do feel a bit threatened by the confident little monsters.
Anyway, they have not stepped out of the buck pasture since they made their decision, and no more trouble has been caused. They enjoy napping, tearing up the grass, stealing the goat feed and minerals, and following poor Binky around. They have taken up the eating of alfalfa hay along side the goats, and I can't help but wonder if they will grow rumens and start chewing their cud as well. Perhaps they think they are goats.