Friday, 17 May 2013
Bad Hair Day
I was quick to put little Leon on his lead, but thought I could trust old Murphy. Wrong!
Spotting a gap in the hedgerow he shot off, belted through the fence at full tilt and proceeded to round up all of the pigs. It was like bloody Rawhide on speed. The pigs were not impressed, the noise was horrendous. A particularly meaty looking sow, the obvious object of his affection decided to see him off. I called him back and, give him his due, he came straight away but navigating the fence at walking pace gave him quite a surprise.... it being an electric fence. He let out an almighty roar, the pigs stampeded, the sow was laughing I swear. Leon was bouncing up and down like a yoyo with excitement. A very large pig farmer started across the field toward us... time to get out of there... Murphy was having no more of that electrickery but found his way to the gate and managed to scramble over it. We made off sharpish. Poor old Murph still looks like a demented Tasmanian Devil but I bet he won't do that again in a hurry.