Hobbling

There’s perhaps nothing new to me saying that city folk cannot always exactly understand the mind of a farmer. When there was an outbreak of Classical Swine Fever, years ago in the Netherlands, I heard many people around me ask the same question: how can it be that producers cry when they see their herd being destroyed, while they would have sent the pigs for slaughter anyway?   “It’s their money, they cry about,” some said. “If you love them, surely you do