Mike Danz talking to the tour members

Pigs in their pens at the pig farm

Mike Danz with a piglet

A sow at the pig farm

Touring the pig farm


A sow at Mike Danz' pig farm

The cultural tour visitors ask Mike questions about his pig farm

At the pig farm


Pigs in their pens

Pigs in their pens

Mike Danz Pig Farm
Black Earth, WI

Kyle | MacKenzie | Lowell | Alice | Thomas | Sarah | Erika | Emily
A poem by Dylan | A poem by Anna

What surprised me the most about our trip was when I saw how big the pigs were. I thought they’d be the size of a small dog, but they are as big as a person on his knees! I enjoyed the color of the baby pigs, their hazy blue eyes and silky pink skin. I loved holding the small, cute piglets, especially when one was really quiet and didn’t try to get away. The smell at the pig farm was beyond the word "strong," but I did okay. It takes getting used to. I remember hearing the squealing of the piglets and the sows and hogs. I was scared of the big grandfather herd (that means they’re purebred). The most disgusting thing was the placenta the piglets were in when they came out of the sow. The most peaceful thing was when we got OUT of the pig farm.

When you walk in where they keep the piglets the first thought you have (besides the really bad smell) is "oh, how adorable!" But after a while you feel bad for the sows that have to put up with all the racket and squealing. Then you think how much it resembles our class, scrambling to get a seat on the couch! I bet their mothers feel like squashing them! Of course, they can’t---the sows are barred into the center of the cage.

When we entered the building where they keep the sows and boars, the sound was even louder than Randall’s lunch room!

The sudden squeals of the piglets touched my heart, and the adorable piggy’s twingling, mischievous eyes made me want to laugh out loud. How the soft, wet snout on my chin made me feel is hard to describe.

The sows and boars were snorting and banging on the side of the cages when we walked past. They were so loud it scared me, and they would suddenly jump at the front of their cages, which surprised me, too.

At the pig farm the noise shocked me. There was a placenta in the room where the piglets were born that shocked me, but I could not show it or I would get in trouble. The smell at the butcher shop almost made me throw up. Also, at the butcher shop when they were cutting carcasses and shaving them and taking out the bones I was getting very, very shocked.

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