It started as a beautiful day, the first for some time - the sun out, a warm, gentle southerly breeze lifting the temperature to an all-year high of 26C, the first of the common blues out, the....
....younger Hughie pigs laid out in the sunshine of their usually muddy run a safe distance down the road, and our nearest Hughie pig, the gentle, peaceful....
....Hebe, minding her own business in her run below our house. In fact, things have been so quiet on the pig front recently that some readers may have noticed that they haven't featured on this publication.
Sadly, everything changed this evening just as the Diary was sitting down to well-deserved a glass of wine when....
....Hughie, with accomplice Kenneth, left, arrived and began fiddling around with Hebe's electric fence - a piece of equipment that hasn't worked in months as Hebe wouldn't dream of escaping - extending it so the run was three times as big....
....after which they backed up Hughie's trailer and began offloading pigs. Bobby the boar first, followed by an old friend here, Betsy, then little Crosbie, then....
....a lady pig by the name of Tank, an appropriate name since she is huge and, once she's decided not to do something, immovable.
So there are now five pigs not yards from our front gate. To make things worse....
....Hebe decided she didn't like the newcomers so started a fight, and Hughie announced he was going away on holiday for a fortnight, leaving the pigs in Kenneth's care. I'm not sure how much Kenneth knows about pigs, but I've a nasty feeling he's going to be on a steep learning curve.
Of course, besides being immovable, tanks are renowned for keeping going when they get going and going where ever they like.
ReplyDeleteEven my vegetable garden, Derryck! And they were still fighting this afternoon. Jon
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