We had a little piggie born two days ago, the runt of the litter. I love the runts, can't wait to get my hands on them, so tiny, so cute. Mixed in as he was with fourteen brothers and sisters, I kept losing track of him and couldn't get close as the sow had the post-farrowing jitters, but Fred, knowing my penchant for runties caught him for me this afternoon.
"Hey, woman, did you look at this little runt up close?" He asked, holding the little pig to his chest.
"No not yet, the mother has kept me at bay, why?"
"C'mere." He says, and then he hands me the little guy.
"What?" I ask, holding him, careful of his cord, checking out his face etc.
"Look at his hind legs."
I did, and lo and behold, he only got half his share back there. From the knees down, there was nothing. Just a smooth stump at the end of each knee just like they were meant to be that way.
"Whuuut? Where's his legs?" I started looking around on the ground like they'd just fallen off somewhere nearby.
"I guess he was last in line and didn't have room to grow them." Fred shrugged.
"Bless his heart!"
Other than the lack of legs he was fine and healthy but the problem remains. Should we let him grow up and totter around on those half back legs? Or should we err...do something now before he reaches four hundred pounds? mmm...mmm...mmm, and he would have to be the runt. [img]/forums/images/icons/frown.gif[/img]