Did we have piglets or not?

Waking up Thursday 5th March in the morning,

looking out through our kitchen window – what is the fuck out there in the first field?

Am I dreaming or imagine that there are a couple of piglets out in the first field or not?

I blinked my eyes several times, even turn around to check the dogs in the dining room in the same broad area where there is a kitchen where I am standing.

Definitely, there are a couple of piglets running around the field.

How on earth did the piglets get into our large field in the early hour of the morning?

Surely not, the piglets help themselves to get in because of the wire fences  – the width of the size between each wire is less than the piglet stomachs.

Perhaps someone who left for work early between 530am and 7am, noticed runaway piglets and dropped off into our fields.

Shall I let our dogs out for a run or not? Surely not!

Put my dressing gown on, tuck in my gumboots along with mobile, which has a camera, to have closer inspect on these piglets. Record the activity for the report to my neighbours who owns the farm next door and for us to remember by.

Head over to our first neighbour, who is a farmhand chap with a young family of two children under 5 years old (note: the youngest is under or nearly 2 years old). That goodness, he is home from milking cows.

Asking him, did you have any missing little animals or not? He was perplexed over my question. My response was piglets, and he answered “Yep” and “Why.” I said loose runaway piglets are in the field. I said that I saw your Farm Manager drive back to their house.

Horror, annoying, and relief to know where their son’s piglets are. He said their piglets are always keeping escaping around their property.

I told him where the piglets are, and I will be letting our dogs out for a run before I go to work even the council rubbish collect truck will be soon.

Right on, let the matter done.

I walked back, finishing my coffee and checking on the runaway piglets for they are having fun running around the field.

The farmhand chap walked over by tricking them a bucket of a meal and grabbing each piglet a time.

Finally, I let our dogs out for their runs before I go off to work late. Our dogs picked up scents of piglets near the wire mesh along with three bamboo stakes, for I put up to keep our young pup out from leading into the large field.

What a moment of the morning drama!!

It bought my memory of a loose cow eating the grass in front of my window from my first home in Silverdale. I never forget that one.