Just when you think....

What they been sweeping under the carpet?

Hah! Now we can see what we're getting to....

So there we are.
Just when you think you know where everyone is and what's going on, something happens to overturn that complacency.
" Ginger's gone walkabout" said Linda, hastening up to the house whilst I was talking to Christine - the ironing guru - and exercising the pupski...
"Huh?" I said most eloquently
"Yeh - I've put her in the stalls with Victoria for now" she continued.
Ginger was not happy.
By the time I'd donned the wellies and sorted the pup Ginger was doing her best to batter down the door.
"Into Rocco's stable I think" I said to Linda - it being not too far away and on the same level.
Ginger duly obliged.
Then proceeded to rearrange the furnishings.
One snick of the snout and up went the rubber rug ("easy peasy" said Ginger - standing back to admire her handiwork.......)
'The sooner she's out of there the better' I thought to myself.
We made minor amendments to Ginger's pen then went back to fetch her.
Pig boards and feedbucket in hand we persuaded her out of Rocco's stable.  Then Linda walked backwards  - increasingly fast as Ginger picked up momentum - in the direction of   Ginger's pen - with the feedbowl..... the addition of a pigboard was merely to make us feel better,
Ginger went straight home "Thanks" she seemed to say "All I wanted was a little nuncheon" -- Huh!.Just when you think you know your pigs.......
And where were the little ones meanwhile?
Fast asleep in a row like sausages in a pack
just like Ginger told them....
They were going nowhere.
Maybe Ginger told them to stay in cos it was her turn to go out and about? Maybe they came back with such tall pigtails that she had to go out into the Reserve and see for herself.... whatever... once back in her pen she was more than contented - snout in bowl and  "What me? Out there? Never"  clearly her attitude.
Which goes to show   - with animals you never can tell......

 Move? Us? We have our orders.....