KW-07 All about pigs, it seems

Sus domesticus sapiens

At The Barracks this week, I had a realisation about pigs. Specifically about her ladyship, Brunhilda Demagogue.

They have been very escape-y again this week. Which I can understand. The electric fence which is supposed to keep them safe and secure was not working properly, and they are of inquisitive natures. Also, it is a touch muddy after all the rain, snow, hail and more rain this week.

This is my favourite spot to sit at the barracks. This week, I am going to dig up all the baby trees and move them somewhere more useful. There are 16 of them here at my feet. Exactly the number I need for the new treeline elsewhere

I noticed the fence wasn’t really functioning, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what was wrong. The battery was fully charged, the energiser connected and properly earthed, the fence wire all hanging neatly, and the pigs walking directly through it. So I decided to re-hang it all again. Yet again. It turned out that it had somehow become tangled at the far end…