Of all of the comments and questions we get, the one we hear the most is, “You’re going to the Bahamas? Are you going to go to the Pig Beach???”
**Trigger Warning: I talk about how I grew up on a farm and raised animals for food**
Apparently pigs are adorable, intriguing animals to a lot of people.
I do not understand. I suppose its because I grew up in rural Iowa with a barn in my backyard. Its kind of hard to find pigs terribly ‘cute’ when you have to feed them slops every day and watch them waller around in mud and… well, shit. I mean literally, they roll around in shit. Ew.
Not to mention they’re really pretty tasty. Sorry, but as I said, we raised pigs (as well as chickens and cows) and we butchered them every year for our freezer. Mmmmm, seriously, as gross as it was to have to help chop and wrap packages of animal, there is nothing quite as tasty as a home grown, grass fed animal.
So I wasn’t terribly surprised when my first thought upon seeing the pigs was that my eyes glazed over, my stomach rumbled and I pictured a big freezer full of white wrapped packages with black sharpie words like “Bacon” “Pork Chops” “Sausage”.
That being said… we obviously had to visit pig beach because everyone wanted to see photos of the adorable pigs. To be fair, I thought that MAYBE the pigs would look different than my fondly remembered farm pigs. I thought maybe they would be small and pink and soft and… small. Like those teacup pigs or something.
First off, I have to say that at first we were really disappointed/confused because we got to the beach and there was ONE pig. ONE. We took the dinghy close enough and the one single, huge, wiry, bristly furred pig came up and chomped some food from us. We were all kind of going, “Hmmm… is that it? This is what people get so excited about?” I was thinking that my mom could have made some extra bucks and saved me some work by charging people money to feed our pigs every day, because we at least had 3-4 pigs to feed. Plus, they were in a pen, so you could actually see all of them at once.
I even tried the SUUUUUU-EEEEY! call that I remember from back in the day. Nothing. Nada.
We thought that maybe the ‘good’ pig beach was around the corner and this was just a random escaped pig (which reminds me, I need to check and see if they have good prices on pork here).
We toodled over to the other beaches, but alas, just humans. We headed back towards home and decided to make another try at Pig Beach. This time we noticed that there were 2-3 other huge pigs resting in the shade of the trees along the shore. Ahhhh…. maybe you have to be the early bird to catch the hungry pigs! I suppose they were all fed all day by the tons of touristy boats around and now they were stuffed full and sleepy. Crap. We really wanted to feed more pigs and get some video and photos for our friends. We had Jaedin pull us to shore and the first pig came over and started climbing INTO OUR DINGHY. I thought he was just going to start eating US. We eventually got him out of the dinghy and started walking to shore.
Another pig started ambling out of the bushes… and then another.
I was digging in the bag to get the other camera to take photos and I heard Paris squeal, “AWWWW, they’re BABIES!!!”
I’m glad that we thought to bring a few different, sealed containers of food. The first, most aggressive pigs would have devoured everything we had before the other pigs finally came out of the brush (including the babies!). They aren’t shy!
Yep, there were a couple of baby pigs that came out with their (very protective) momma. Momma pig was fine with the humans feeding her babies, but she was having NONE of the other huge pig getting near them. She would just ram the other pig and snort and snarl until s/he ran off again. I wouldn’t want to get in her way!
The babies would eat out of your hand (although they also tried eating your hands if you weren’t careful). The biggest pigs would just walk up and open their mouths, waiting for you to put food into them. I suppose they’ve learned that being more docile is more likely to get them food. I mean, they were HUGE, so obviously they figured out how to get fed!
As the food was running out, everyone was getting a little nervous. I am serious, these pigs were HUGE and they weren’t shy. We weren’t sure what happened when you ran out of food and didn’t have anymore for them. Gradually we all started making our way slowly back to the dinghy… no sudden moves
It was quite the adventure. I’m really glad we went!