American Guinea Hogs are known for their gentle disposition. I've belly-rubbed full-grown intact boars, and I've witnessed week old shoats being plucked from underneath a momma Guinea Hog's nose without protest. Pigs can be dangerous animals and should be treated as such, but American Guinea Hogs are one of the pleasant exceptions to the rule. Having said that, however, they are the hungriest animals I've ever encountered and, as such, take meal time very seriously. Feeding time requires the right equipment and the right attitude. Proper Equipment - rubber boots and a good bucket. Right Attitude - something akin to that of a halfback going for a touchdown.
Every morning and evening we supplement our pigs foraging with a custom mix of scratch grains and dried, ground, baked soybeans (nothing artificial & blended to 15% protein). Our porcines graze on pasture and root in a wax myrtle forest all day so they don't need much feed. We also add a touch of diatomaceous earth to help with parasites. Between Bo (our boar, 5 months old) and our two 4-month old gilts (Scarlet and Magnolia), they get 2 quarts of feed twice daily.
Our hogs LOVE, LOVE, LOVE their feed. Did I make that clear enough? Let me reiterate. They LOVE their feed and will do darn near anything to get it. This includes jumping on you, bumping you aggressively with their noses (which leaves muddy marks on the legs), and fighting amongst themselves. The boots help with the muddy issue, and I avoid wearing pants that I care about. Although most nudges land on the shins, the little porkers do occasionally get in a good thigh tap. Avoiding the jumping requires some moves, so I try to stretch well prior to feeding time (okay, not really, but I probably should:).
We start at the gate. Me on the outside, them on the inside. Like good defensive lineman, the hogs grunt and squeal and make charges on the line. Once ready, I sling the door open and sprint towards their feed bowls. They immediately move on me to block and tackle so I spin, dance and jump my way to their bowls. I'm faster than they are so I always get there first, but spiking the bucket isn't an option. This is where it gets tricky as I have to split the feed equally into three separate bowls. (We tried using a feed trough, but Bo just crawled in and laid on top of the feed to hoard it. We feared he was going to break his legs getting in and out of the trough and the girls weren't getting anything to eat so we ditched the trough idea.) Once I reach the bowls, I dump a shot into the nearest one. This takes the piggies' focus off me and onto the food. As the three of them attack bowl #1, I fill the other two quickly as they're always a mere hoof step behind me.
I am happy to say that our hogs have never attempted to bite me, although they occasionally do nip each other. The pigs are hilarious. The food in each bowl is the same, but the little porkers constantly move from bowl to bowl kicking out the lesser pig and sending them packing. Poor Scarlet is the little one so she spends the most time moving from bowl to bowl. Bo is the biggest and gets the most feed, but this doesn't stop him from thinking the feed must be better in the next bowl. Bo bullies Scarlet and Magnolia; Magnolia bullies Scarlet; and Scarlet just eats what she can. Every once in a while she makes a move to bully one of the other pigs, then pauses, thinks better of it, and returns to her bowl. I pet them through the whole process and our chickens often join the meal.
In the future we're going to build a feed tray for the bowls that I can access from outside the gate. As they get bigger and hungrier I don't want to take the chance of getting knocked down. That is truly a frighting thought - tackled by pigs with no referee to stop the fray. The chickens wear the right uniform, but they seem more interested in pecking up the extras than monitoring the game. Oh well!