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How to Move Pigs on a Farm – a Video

I spent the afternoon on the Joyful Village organic farm weeding away a couple rows of peppers in a meditative stupor. I like weeding – as my hands just do the same damn thing over and over again which frees my mind to roam. As far as work goes, I enjoy the mindless jobs the [...]

I spent the afternoon on the Joyful Village organic farm weeding away a couple rows of peppers in a meditative stupor. I like weeding – as my hands just do the same damn thing over and over again which frees my mind to roam.

As far as work goes, I enjoy the mindless jobs the most. The have-to-make-money-to-survive world can buy my body for a penance, but my thoughts come at a much higher premium.

But my solace was soon to be broken:

I wandered away from the peppers proud of my accomplishment — there was now no weeds left in its proximity: I had done my job.

I found ‘s lady friend sitting next to the new pig sty that I had help build the day before with The Salvadoreno.

“I think they are going to move the pigs soon,” spoke J’s lady friend. Meaning: “you are going to have to stop lazing around picking little weeds and move some stinking pigs!”

I did not want to move the pigs. They slobber, bite, and frolic in their own shit all day long.

I tried to get away:

“I think I am going to go weed another bed of crops . .  .”

J’s lady friend stared at me with a look that said nothing other than: “They need your help, dumbass.”

I stuck around.

Walking back to the pig sty inside of the barn with J we tried to guess how Miguel the Salvadoreno was going to have us move the pigs. It was a big move: from inside the barn to a field on the other side of a big fenced in enclosure full of hens .  . . and the pigs were not small — all three of them weighed over 100 pounds.

I could not help pondering the clusterf’ck that would come about if one of those squeally little shits got loose. I envisioned myself chasing a lightning fast, slippery as grease, pink piglet all over the four acre farm into the night.

I longed for the  solace that I left behind in the pepper bed. What made me walk over towards J’s lady friend anyway?  Wasn’t the day going  just fine the way it was?

It is always easy to leave a good Path.

As we walked into the barn, J asked Miguel the Salvadoreno how we were going to move the pigs.

Miguel curved one of his arms into a C shape and clenched his hip as he pantomimed our instructions:

His plan was that we were going to carry them. With our hands.

I thought he was joking. I could not believe that this was not another one of his askance brand of “bromas.”

“One for you, one for you, and one for me,” he said in Spanish.

I kept laughing at the joke: there was no way I thought that any one of us was really going to carry a 120 pound squirming pig across half the farm.

But it was not a joke.

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After witnessing the scene from the above video, I believe I said something to the effect of “No f’cking way.” I was going to sit this one out.

I love traveling, I want to make enough money to travel, but I am not willing to allow my arm to be chomped by a maniacal pig in the process.

I think this vagabond has found his threshold.

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  • Anonymous July 12, 2009, 4:26 am

    If the demons of hell exist, and they have voices, they probably sound something like those screaming pigs…

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  • admin July 12, 2009, 7:19 am

    Definitely, it was this sound alone that was the most unsettling part. I don’t think this is in the video, but after El Salvadoreno moved the first pig J’s lady friend said, “That sound almost made me shit.” It is true, the sound of a pig screaming bloody murder wrenches an incredibly unsettling feeling from your guts. It was awful. Though I think it was really funny that the pigs shut up and acted as if nothing happened as soon as they were dropped in the new enclosure.

    Thanks!

    Walk Slow,

    Wade

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  • Bob L July 12, 2009, 3:32 pm

    Having tried to tie a rope around some large piggies that got loose once, I can assure everyone that the sound on the video was not half as heart wrenching as it is in real life. Irene noticed that you did not pick up a piggy. The good thing about trying to round up pigs that are already loose, is they are already loose. Things can’t get any worse. In my case it was easy, we just used three people with branches to convince them they wanted to go the same way we wanted them to go.

    Bob L

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  • How To Make Money With Your Video Camera August 4, 2009, 9:27 pm

    Move Pigs on a Farm – a Video? Seriously? I was searching Google for how to make money with your video camera and found this… will have to think about it.

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