Feral Pig Update (2)
Parents, Nini, disappearance.
My parents visited in January. My dad stayed for two weeks. My mom stayed for four weeks. They enjoyed feeding the pigs, especially my dad. He seemed obsessed with it, feeding them six to ten times a day, repeatedly boiling pasta for them.
He talked to them while feeding them, calling them “stingy” and “greedy” (the bigger pigs push the smaller ones away while eating). He set down four trays so that all the pigs could get food. He seemed concerned about every pig getting food.
While my parents were here, the pigs got more food than ever before. They ate various types of noodles, a lot of oats, some miso (that I didn’t want), popcorn, and organic cocoa cereal, among other foods. After eating human food, they like to eat grass, probably to balance the dry cooked food with raw, hydrating, enzyme-rich material.
Here my mom is feeding them bucatini with miso:
Soon after my parents left, I stopped seeing the pigs. People in my neighborhood probably trapped and ate them. I don’t feel bad about people trapping and eating pigs. I believe in reincarnation, I believe animals have souls, and I believe souls can leave the body in near-death situations, minimizing pain. I believe these things from reading ~50 books on the soul and the spirit world (most of the ones in 2025/2026 here).
Many people here, and elsewhere, seem to fear feral pigs, thinking they’ll eat their pets or attack or eat them. If you die and a pig finds your body, it will probably eat you, but I haven’t encountered any pigs that have tried to eat me.
Once I brought home a dead baby pig (that I found on the street) and the pigs on my yard ignored it until I slit the piglet’s skin, then one especially famished sow—with many babies—ate the piglet. I approve of this. Pigs are good at eating dead things.
When I see posts about feral pigs on Facebook and other places, many people seem to hate them. In my experience, they are gentle and respectful. They seem to never even look at my cats, much less try to touch them.
Here’s Nini hissing and pawing at a feral pig (he did this often):
Nini is normally meek and shy, but with feral pigs he becomes bold and leader-like.
Nini imitating a piglet:
I like how long the pigs look when they lie down:
I like when a horde of them come onto the front patio:
Eating oats:
Feeding pasta:
Helping me work:
In February, after my parents left, I saw a solitary piglet under my house. It noticed me and panicked and tried to get out by bashing into the wooden slats (see right side of photo above). Once it got out, through an opening, it was calm. I saw it alone, calmly eating coconut meat. It was probably one that got away, didn’t get captured.
In March, I saw a solitary shy boar, in the distance.
I haven’t seen any other pigs on my property since then.
I’m currently in Taiwan where in high-rises like where my parents live, people bring trash to the basement to be taken away. There’s a bin for “kitchen waste” that traditionally has been given to feed pigs.
Previous feral pig posts: Feral Pig Update (December 2025), My Feral Pig Friends (January 2025).










I'm new here, so this was my first touchpoint in the feral pig narrative tapestry. Look forward to tracing threads backwards and discovering more. Simple, no-thrills prose sustains like perfectly cooked bacon.
thank you for the update