by Max Akroyd

The sheer naughtiness of the mini pigs recently – egg stealing, hen bullying, welly biting – meant that the morning was devoted to better addressing their needs. Which means access to fresh meadow. So we moved the electric fence to incorporate some new ground and sure enough they are now as happy as their proverbial namesakes:


After weeks of unsuccessfully barricading them out of the adjoining hen house with piles of old, heavy stuff, we’ve finally got the job done properly with decent wood and pig-proof (surely) fixings…