The Good Good Pig: The Extraordinary Life of Christopher Hogwood

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The Good Good Pig: The Extraordinary Life of Christopher Hogwood

⋸ Free Format Kindle @The Good Good Pig: The Extraordinary Life of Christopher Hogwood ଽ Book By Sy Montgomery ᠆ Chapter 1 Runthood Christopher Hogwood came home on my lap in a shoe box On a rain drenched April evening, so cold the frogs were silent, so gray we could hardly see our barn, my husband drove our rusting Subaru over mud roads sodden with melted snow Pig manure caked on our boots The smell of a sick animal hung heavy in our clothes It did not seem an auspicious time to make the life changing choice of adopting a pig That whole spring, in fact, had been terrible My father, an Army general, a hero I so adored that I had confessed in Sunday school that I loved him than Jesus, was dying painfully, gruesomely of lung cancer He had survived the Bataan Death March He had survived three years of Japanese prison camps In the last months of my fathers life, my glamorous, slender motherstill as crazy about him as the day theyd met forty years beforeresisted getting a chairlift, a wheelchair, a hospice nurse She believed he could survive anything But he could not survive this The only child, I had flown back and forth from New Hampshire to Virginia to be with my parents whenever I could I would return to New Hampshire from these wrenching trips to try to finish my first book, a tribute to my heroines, primatologists Jane Goodall, Dian Fossey, and Birute Galdikas The research had been challenging I had been charged by an angry silverback gorilla in Zaire, stood up by Jane Goodall in Tanzania, undressed by an orangutan in Borneo, and accosted for money by a gun toting guard ten thousand feet up the side of a volcano in Rwanda Now I was on a tight deadline, and the words wouldnt come My husband, who writes on American history and preservation, was in the heat of writing his second book In the Memory House is about time and change in New England, set largely in our corner of the world But it looked like it might not stay ours for long For the past three years, ever since our marriage, we had lived, first as renters and then as caretakers, in an idyllic, 110 year old white clapboard farmhouse on eight acres in southern New Hampshire, near mountains that Thoreau had climbed Ours was the newest house in our small neighborhood Though our neighbors owned the two hundred year old antiques that real estate agents praised, this place had everything Id ever wanted a fenced pasture, a wooded brook, a three level barn, and forty year old lilacs framing the front door But it was about to be sold out from under us Our landlords, writer artist friends our age whose parents had bankrolled the house, had moved to Paris and didnt plan to come back We were desperate to buy the place But because we were both freelance writers, our income was deemed too erratic to merit the mortgage It seemed I was about to lose my father, my book, and my home But for Christopher Hogwood, the spring had been terrible yet He had been born in mid February, on a farm owned by George and Mary Iselin, about a thirty five minute drive from our house We knew George and Mary by way of my best friend, Gretchen Vogel Gretchen knew we had a lot in common Youll love them, Gretchen had assured me They have pigs In fact, George had been raising pigs longer than Mary had known him If youre a farmer or a hippie, George had reasoned, you can make money raising pigs George and Mary were quintessential hippie farmers born, as we were, in the 1950s, they lived the ideals of the late 60s and early 70speace, joy, and loveand, both blessed with radiant blue eyes, blond hair, and good looks, always looked like they had just woken up refreshed from sleeping in a pile of leaves somewhere, perhaps with elves in attendance They were dedicated back to the landers who lived out of their garden and made their own mayonnaise out of eggs from their free range hens They were idealistic, but resourceful, too it did not escape them that there are vast quantities of free pig food out there, from bakeries, school cafeterias, grocery stores, and factory outlets George and Mary would get a call to come pick up forty pounds of potato chips or a truckload of Twinkies To their dismay, they discovered their kids, raised on homemade, organic meals, would sometimes sneak down to the barn at 4 a.m and eat the junk food they got for the pigs We found out because in the morning wed find these chocolate rings around their mouths, Mary told me On their shaggy, overgrown 165 acres, they cut their own firewood, hayed the fields, and raised not only pigs but draft horses, rabbits, ducks, chickens, goats, sheep, and children But the pigs, I suspect, were Georges favorites And they were mine, too We visited them every spring We didnt get to see George and Mary oftenour schedules and lives were so differentbut the baby pigs ensured we never lost touch The last time wed visited was the previous March, at the close of sugaring season, when George was out boiling sap from their sugar maples March in New Hampshire is the dawn of mud season, and the place looked particularly disheveled Rusting farm machinery sat stalled, in various states of repair and disrepair, among the mud and wire fencing and melting snow Colorful, fraying laundry was strung across the front porch like Tibetan prayer flags Inside the house, an old cottage in desperate need of paint, the floors were coming up and the ceilings were coming down Late that morning, in a kitchen steamy from the kettle boiling on the woodstove, we found a seemingly uncountable number of small children in flannel pajamastheir three kids plus a number of cousins and visiting friendssprawled across plates of unfinished pancakes or crawling stickily across the floor The sink was piled with dirty dishes As Mary reached for a mug from the pile, she mentioned everyone was just getting over the flu Would we like a cup of tea No thanks, Howard and I answered hastilybut we would like to see the pigs again The barn was not Norman Rockwell It was like Norman Rockwell meets Edward Hopper The siding was ancient, the sills rotting, the interior cavernous and furry with cobwebs We loved it We would peer over the tall stall doors, our eyes adjusting to the gloom, and find the stalls with piglets in residence Once we had located a family, we would climb in and play with them On some farms, this would be a dangerous proposition Sows can weigh over five hundred pounds and can snap if they feel their piglets are threatened The massive jaws can effortlessly crush a peach pitor a kneecap The razor sharp canines strop each other And for good reason In the wild, pigs need to be strong and brave In his hunting days in Brazil, President Theodore Roosevelt once saw a jaguar dismembered by South American native pigs Although pigs are generally good natured, people are killed each year by pigs than by sharks Which should be no surprisehow often do you get to see a shark Pigs raised on crowded factory farms, tortured into insanity, have been known to eat anything that falls into the pigpen, including the occasional child whose parents are foolish enough to let their kid wander into such a place unsupervised Feral pigs of which there are than four million running around in the United States alone can kill adult humans if they are threatened That pigs occasionally eat people has always struck me as only fair, considering the far vaster number of pigs eaten by humans But Georges sows were all sweethearts When we entered a stall, the sow, lying on her side to facilitate nursing, would usually raise her giant, 150 pound head, cast us a benign glance from one intelligent, lash fringed eye, flex her wondrous and wet nose disk to capture our scent, and utter a grunt of greeting The piglets were adorable miniatures of their behemoth parentssome pink, some black, some red, some spotted, and some with handsome racing stripes, like baby wild boars, looking like very large chipmunks At first the piglets seemed unsure whether they should try to eat us or run away They would rush at us in a herd, squealing, then race back on tiny, high heeled hooves to their giant, supine mother for another tug on her milky teats And then they would charge forth again, growing bold enough to chew on shoes or untie laces Many of the folks who bought a pig from George would later make a point of telling him what a great pig it was Even though the babies were almost all destined for the freezer, the folks who bought them seldom mentioned what these pigs tasted like as hams or chops or sausage No, the people would always comment that Georges were particularly nice pigs The year Chris was born was a record one for piglets Because we were beset and frantic, we didnt visit the barn that February or March But that year, unknown to us, George and Mary had twenty sows than ever beforeand almost all of them had record litters Usually a sow doesnt want to raise than ten piglets, Mary explained to me Usually a sow has ten good working teats They actually have twelve, but only ten are usually in working order When a sow has than ten piglets, somebody is going to lose outand that somebody is the runt A runt is distinguished not only by its small size and helpless predicament Unless pulled from the litter and nursed by people, a runt is usually doomed, for it is a threat to the entire pig family A runt will make this awful soundNynh Nynh Nynh Mary told me Its just awful It would attract predators So the sows response is often to bite the runt in half, to stop the noise But sometimes she cant tell whos doing it She might bite a healthy one, or trample some of the others trying to get to the runt It isnt her fault, and you cant blame her It screws up the whole litter Every year on the farm, there was a runt or two George would usually remove the little fellow and bottle feed it goat milk in the house With such personalized care, the runt will usually survive But the class of 1990, with than two hundred piglets, had no fewer than eighteen runtsso many that George and Mary had to establish a runt stall in the barn Christopher Hogwood was a runt among runts He was the smallest of them allhalf the size of the other runts He is a particularly endearing piglet, Mary told us, with enormous ears and black and white spots, and a black patch over one eye like Spuds McKenzie, the bull terrier in the beer commercial But Mary was convinced he would never survive It would be humane to kill him, she urged, than to let him suffer But George saidas he often doesWhere theres life, theres hope The little piglet hung on But he didnt grow From the Hardcover edition.Advance praise for The Good Good PigThis is a book not so much about a barnyard animal as about relationships, in all their messy, joyous, and heartbreaking complexity In loving yet unsentimental prose, Sy Montgomery captures the richness that animals bring to the human experience Sometimes it takes a too smart for his own good pig to open our eyes to what most matters in life The Good Good Pig is a good, good book, beautifully rendered and filled with wondrous surprises.John Grogan, author of Marley Me Life and Love with the Worlds Worst DogI wasnt sure what to expect when I picked up Sy Montgomerys story of Christopher the pig What I found was a charming, touching, funny, and ultimately very powerful tale of an extraordinary, even complicated pig and his impact on some very loving, perceptive, and extraordinary people This story is heartwarming but packs a wallop.Jon Katz, author of Katz on Dogs I love this book It takes us into the world of one pig with such delicacy, such gentleness and yet such depth, that you will never be able to look a pig in the eye again without recognizing the unique person living within You become somebody who sees why Sy Montgomery loved a pig beyond all measure.Jeffrey Masson, Ph.D., author of When Elephants Weep Move over, Wilbur, theres a new pig on the block Sy Montgomery has conjured a pure classic for the animal lovers soul Poetic, insightful, funny, and deeply moving, The Good Good Pig is as hard to define as it is to put down Who else but Sy Montgomery could introduce you to a hog and give you a such glimpse of heaven Vicki Croke, author of The Lady and the Panda From the Hardcover edition. 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