Commentary.

“There’s nothing meaner than a biting sow.”

I’m not sure which one of my college friends made that statement back in the early 1980’s, but I wholeheartedly agreed. My family raised hogs for many years. If I close my eyes I can remember the clanging of metal lids on feeders throughout night, as heard through the window of the childhood bedroom I shared with my sisters.

Raising hogs – producing pork – has changed a great deal in the past few decades.

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