No sooner had I exited the pen and turned my back than one, or all, of them had untied the twine and the door was being pushed to and fro again.
Did they want it....
(a) open or closed?
(b) just out of the way?
(c) gone?
Or (d) was it just a game?
Well... three was no way of knowing.
So I went and intervened; tied the door back again.
When I went out to fetch the horses in from the field, barely an hour later, there was a great kerfuffle and snorting going on in the pigs' pen.
On investigation I found the three boys (Ginger watching from the wings) merrily bashing the, now totally detached, door into the mud with all the vigour they could muster. Clearly the answer was (c) [or possibly (d)] above.
So I retrieved the door and put it out of fun's way!
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and didn't they always say that pigs are one of the most intelligent of the 4-leggeds
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