Hammie Frank

Hammie Frank came from Florida, given up when a baby was on the way. As an older pig, Hammie Frank grieved when left here and like many house pigs felt that he was abandoned. It is such a sad process with these house pigs. The only family they have ever known is gone. Pigs bond so tightly with their loved ones that the separation is very painful. But Hammie Frank was able to transfer some of his affections over to me and as he got settled into the routine here became very comfortable and content. Most "house pigs" can be recognized by their "alligator" skin (lack of proper nutrition (little or no grazing), and conditioning (no mud) and by the odor of their droppings. (Very unpleasant). Once they spend a season or two here and learn to graze and wallow these house pig problems go away. Hammie Frank still has a little bit of rough skin on his rump where he refuses to get into the mud but otherwise is now shiny and healthy. He is a very sweet and friendly boy. He follows me all the way up on the hill when I go, just for the companionship. He and the other pig named Hammie (Hamela) are close buddies and sleep together in one of the small barns. Hammie Frank was nicknamed the "minesweeper" by my friend Marilyn for the way he walks and sweeps his head from side to side. I think he's talking to himself and doesn’t want anyone to hear him.

Loves that cantaloupe!