Years ago, I was delivering
hay with my grandfather from his place in South Dakota to a farmer in Iowa. Having off-loaded the hay and with the truck empty, he stopped at a friends place where there were a half-dozen ewes that Grandpa had bought at the sale barn a week earlier. We loaded them in the back of the old hay truck. He was taking them back home to South Dakota that night. That same farmer had 3 massive old sows that he wanted to take to the John Morrell packing plant in Sioux Falls. So grandpa agreed to load them into the back of the truck with the sheep. It was a crazy chore getting those three massive mama hogs into the truck, but we finally managed to get them up the ramp and into the back with those sheep.
The drive from his farm to the John Morrell slaughterhouse was about 45 minutes or so.
When we got to Sioux Falls and opened up the back of the truck, two of those ewes were gone. GONE. Nothing but a little blood on the bed of the truck. Those sows ate two of them, bones and all. Even their skulls were gone.
A big mama sow will take your hand off without so much of a tug. Big boars are even scarier.
I'm not sure that I'd want to put my trust in their good manors. Pigs are omnivores. They are criminals of opportunity. When in doubt, they'll put it in their mouth and take a chomp on it to see if they like it.
"The rule of no realm is mine. But all worthy things that are in peril as the world now stands, these are my care. And for my part, I shall not wholly fail in my task if anything that passes through this night can still grow fairer or bear fruit and flower again in days to come. For I too am a steward. Did you not know?" Gandolf