When my parents bought a bunch of land & built a house on it (just down the road from the house I grew up in) my Dad decided to raise pigs and capons. They were far away from the house so that we didn't have to smell them, thankfully. I never dealt with them or named them, because I knew I'd be eating them. Each year there were 4 pigs -- one would be for us, and the rest for other people. We also had half of a cow from some other farm. I was lucky to have such good meat growing up!