Pork could soon be off the menu if we don’t save our pig farms
A heavily pregnant sow heaves herself to her delicate little feet and staggers from one pool of mud to another, where she flops down again with a contented grunt.
She and a few others have the run of a field the size of a football pitch, but, in the midday heat, they show no inclination to move much beyond the cool of this quagmire.
Ultimately, of course, she and all the piglets she produces will end up on someone’s plate. But, by pig standards, her life will be a pretty cushy one between now and the call of the abattoir.