Visiting family can be stressful, but whenever I return to the farm where I grew up I know I’m going to get a warm welcome. Not from my parents, from Rhubarb the pig, our family pet, who jovially trots across the field to have a friendly scratch against my leg and plead for an apple or two.
The eight-year-old Kunekune, a breed of micro pig, has been part of our lives since she was a piglet, and has brought nothing but joy. I’ll never forget seeing Rhubarb and her sister Raspberry, who sadly died, chase a pumpkin down a hill as they scuffled with each other to take the first bite, or the pulse of adrenaline and terror watching Rhubarb huff, puff, and eventually give birth to piglets one roasting…