Most Mondays, we are able have a brief lie in with no markets or baking to do. As I drifted into the bathroom at 7.30, I noticed to my horror that the yard gate was open and 20 or so small pigs were happily eating the fresh grass by the roadside. I called to the other half and leapt into jeans and wellingtons, grabbed a small bucket of feed and coaxed the escapees back into the yard, firmly shooting the bolt across the gate. We didn`t have a postmortem about who had left the gate open (probably himself), but I am sure I cut a fine sight in nighty and jeans to all those going to work along the lane. Farmers can get prosecuted for allowing their stock to stray on the highway, and our lane is fairly busy with traffic to and from the local works.
On the piglet front, one of our big sows has had a litter under the holly hedge by the bottom gate. Not so comfortable as straw, but safe from other pigs, and very snug, if slightly prickly! I went down this morning to check, and heard contented grunting. In other words, the sow was happily suckling the piglets.So some of our pigs are literally born in a hedge bottom!