Digging - them and us
The pigs have started digging. A lot. Very near the fence. We're slightly worried about calls from the neighbours reporting two strippy runaways devastating a prize-winning turnip patch at 6 in the morning.
So we're digging back.
Sam started by reinforcing the fence by hammering in more stakes (made of bent wire that's a bit thicker than coathangers)...
...and then we decided to tackle the back fence where the pigs have been getting pretty close to digging under. We live in a old Edwardian house, and lying in the garden scrub were some old cast iron pipes. We dug out a trench all along the fence line to get the wire in as deep as possible. It took two of us to lift the pipes and lay them on top of the fence wire, but we're hoping the weight of them will keep the wire down and stop the pigs being able to dig out underneth them.
Then we did some digging to keep the pigs happy. We found a great old log with quite rough bark about 1m long which we thought would make a great scratching post. We dug a big hole - little Gary came along to see what we were doing, tried to help with the digging, fell in the hole. After removing the pig from the hole, we put the log in and firmed it down. A perfectly scratchy log just at pig height for hours of happy scratching.
Have the pigs scratched since we put it in? Oh yes, on the fence, the gate, inside their ark, against my wellies - on the post . . . . not a chance.
Here they are being completely underwhelmed by it.
So we're digging back.
Sam started by reinforcing the fence by hammering in more stakes (made of bent wire that's a bit thicker than coathangers)...
...and then we decided to tackle the back fence where the pigs have been getting pretty close to digging under. We live in a old Edwardian house, and lying in the garden scrub were some old cast iron pipes. We dug out a trench all along the fence line to get the wire in as deep as possible. It took two of us to lift the pipes and lay them on top of the fence wire, but we're hoping the weight of them will keep the wire down and stop the pigs being able to dig out underneth them.
Then we did some digging to keep the pigs happy. We found a great old log with quite rough bark about 1m long which we thought would make a great scratching post. We dug a big hole - little Gary came along to see what we were doing, tried to help with the digging, fell in the hole. After removing the pig from the hole, we put the log in and firmed it down. A perfectly scratchy log just at pig height for hours of happy scratching.
Have the pigs scratched since we put it in? Oh yes, on the fence, the gate, inside their ark, against my wellies - on the post . . . . not a chance.
Here they are being completely underwhelmed by it.
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