tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828257216420711236.post178030875907736274..comments2023-04-30T01:58:58.820-07:00Comments on Paso Robles in Photos: A Pig -- Up Close and PersonalBarbRadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899642277679265680noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828257216420711236.post-25511918665880193362015-02-24T12:30:18.680-08:002015-02-24T12:30:18.680-08:00They were huge! At least to little-girl me, they s...They were huge! At least to little-girl me, they seemed huge. I could have ridden them like a fat horse. I remember the snout of one coming up to my nose.graceonlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07600679221472546269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828257216420711236.post-20838689392490532252015-02-18T23:32:41.074-08:002015-02-18T23:32:41.074-08:00Didn't the size of the pigs intimidate you? Or...Didn't the size of the pigs intimidate you? Or were they small ones? I saw a sow on a friend's ranch that was almost bigger than me and certainly outweighed me as an adult. Thanks for adding this bit from your personal experience. BarbRadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15899642277679265680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-828257216420711236.post-54641480516226424812015-02-16T12:39:35.311-08:002015-02-16T12:39:35.311-08:00I have not raised pigs, but I remember helping my ...I have not raised pigs, but I remember helping my dad feed them on the farm. They were quite noisy, as you say, and stinky too. I remember the scent of the grain mash in the bucket.<br /><br />Dad poured it over the kitchen and garden waste he had shoveled into their trough.<br /><br />He took me right into their pen, or perhaps I climbed over the wooden fence and got in by myself. That part is a little fuzzy.<br /><br />I remember the warmth of the pigs bodies as they leaned against me. At first I was afraid, but the pigs somehow reassured me. It's true. I was just a little thing and didn't know we aren't supposed to be able to communicate with animals. They seemed quite happy to be with a little kid, and I felt safe with them.graceonlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07600679221472546269noreply@blogger.com