Good heavens they are pigs and they represent part of the food chain. When I was five years old I was better at catching a chicken and wringing it around until its head popped off than my mom was. Then we’d put it in a pot of boiling water so we could pluck the feathers, clean it, cut it up and fry it so we’d have fresh chicken for Sunday dinner. It’s farm life, they are farm animals. Everything has a purpose and everything we did to our animals was for a good reason.
Been there, done most of that. Except we used a cane knife instead of wringing. Seen it done, though.