“Another Kind of Hog Farm,” by Gabe Rivin in the North Carolina Health News.
The squealing and grunting grew louder. The pigs stomped the ground with their hooves and, as dust rose through the air, banged their snouts against a metal grating.
As the rattling and shrieks grew more insistent, Mildred Betancourth stepped aside.
“I need to feed them,” she said. Moments later, a yellowish meal came streaming to the ground from a series of Y-shaped pipes hanging from above. “They’re always hungry.”