Ewww! They smell. They lay in the mud.
First reactions to these animals often start at the dislike end of the scale.
Most years, we raised some on our farm. We never had many. We had a small farm. They had their charm. Some enjoyed a good scratch and would come up to the gate or fence when humans came out to check on them.
They all enjoyed meal time. We had a feeder with room for six. All they had to do, any time of the day or night, was lift up the light metal lid with their nose and dine on ground corn with other nutrients added.
They never objected when we filled their water tank and it ran over a little. The response was rather — Oh, good — Mud!
Pork chops, ham, and bacon growing here.
This small herd lives at a County Park