pigs would eat alfalfa roots, right?

I have searched the entire internet (ish) but maybe this is censored and I have to try the dark web.  My dogs like to dig up roots, more than the pigs even did, and so I see alfalfa roots that look like a nice juicy treat lying around.  My birds wouldn't touch them (spoiled brats, maybe if they had to actually work for a living), but I would think the pigs would have graciously accepted them as edible.  I have found nothing that says humans can eat them nor that they are poisonous or anything.  I wouldn't want them to root for them but I can see pitchforking out a bunch of roots for them for winter and then letting them seed in and fill in the gaps.  Or Smithers, release the hounds, and let them dig up some of the roots.  Thoughts, observations?  Thanks.

Tossed you an apple because I'd like to know the answer as well.
My instincts say YES. But I've nothing to back that up with.

Hi Joshua,
People eat the entire alfalfa sprout as a microgreen. I really have no reference either, but I can't think of a reason not to try.

Hi Josh;
I have been raising pigs for 15 years or more.
I have never seen them get sick from eating anything, and believe me I have seen some questionable dining going on in the pig pen.
My experience has been if they do not like something... they eat it last.
Alfalfa does not grow very well here but I do not doubt that piggies would eat the tops and bottoms just fine.

Pigs will eat just about anything. Truly disgusting things included. Have dealt with many many wild pigs much more than domestic pigs though. Probably not much difference in their palates. I once heard of an elderly pig farmer who disappeared. It turned out he fell down & the pigs ate him. You know what they say about payback!

(having trouble locating the pix of these pigs in the BBQ smoker)

Yeah, we had a lot of pigeons and doves hanging out at our pig trough. Free meal and all that. Until it isn't! If one got stuck in the mud, they got added to the menu. I once watched the pig standing with his two front feet on the wings while he finished eating his grub out of the trough before he turned his attentions to the bird.

I also remember riding in the back of the farm truck while my uncle was driving and emptying feed sacks full of dead chickens in the pig field. He had a laying hen operation among other things. I also remember the very stern lecture I got after dropping one of those eggs. Some of my best memories are from the few weeks I spent on that farm every summer.