Friday, November 18, 2011

171. Necropsy

Back in the spring my host family purchased and brought home a medium sized pig.  When we got the pig home we tried to take it out of the tractor and put it on the ground softly, but it started thrashing around and fell to the ground.  We hoped that he was OK and it did not affect his movement or growth, so we thought everything was fine.

A few months later we butchered the pig (see post here).

The other day we were eating lunch and my host dad finished eating a rib and noticed that it was broken, but it healed up before we butchered the pig.  He looked at me and said, “I guess he did break a bone.”  Nothing like a necropsy at the table.

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