I'm actually a bit upset about it - Hammy died in his sleep overnight sometime. I was not ready to be pig-less yet ... we have a 50 pound bag of pig feed we just opened this week, and for whatever reason the chickens don't drink the whey from cheese- and yogurt-making. When I noticed Hammy was not flipping his metal water pan or oinking and grunting at me to hurry up and bring him breakfast, I went over to investigate. He looked like he was racked out for a nap, except as I got closer I could see all the flies and ants.
It isn't just about all the meat that went to waste. Hammy has provided much amusement, even when he got out Wednesday morning, and was running around, barking, wagging his tail so hard it looked like a propeller on his rump, scaring the chickens, and in general having himself a great-good time. We got him back in the crate in the usual way: pour some whey from the recent batch of butterkase cheese in his dish, and in he went. He took a couple gulps while hubby got the door closed, then Hammy started to roll in the whey, which was still quite cool from being in the refrigerator overnight. Feel free to joke about us playing with our food ... we make that joke quite often.
I had been meaning to get a picture of Hammy recently, to show how big he'd gotten as well as hopefully showing how shiny his hair was in the sunlight, but hadn't done it yet.