Shy, too.
I couldn’t coax the Heritage Hill pig to come out and say hello to me no matter how sweet I talked.
Not even when I explained that out menu coming up for the company picnic featured chicken and beef.
Thus, no head shot.
Big pig
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Mark Bialczak 
Aw, how cute, Mark! He’s skeptical!
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Well darn. He was probably tired.
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I didn’t know there was such a thing as “heritage” pigs. A quick search and I do now.
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aww, pigs are supposed to be quite friendly by nature, but this one may have been unsure about your picnic feast )
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This pig seemed ready for a rest from curious onlookers, Beth.
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the greta garbo of pigs
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