Poppy’s little piglets are just like their Mother. Escape artists. Every time I turn around lately they are out in the wrong field or on the drive or somewhere they are not meant to be. In fact I have never had a group quite as busy. Boo is put on his string when we herd piglets back in, so he walks beside me. Ton is better at this – he has to find them first then he just creeps forward slowly, eyeing them, makinng not a sound, gently moving them back to the hole they came out of.
Then I block the hole and we await the next escape.
They were so exhausted after their busy, busy day of…
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