A couple of days ago, lunch for the party was delivered. It was "securely" tired to a tree, but later in the night, at about bedtime, the dogs alerted us to something. So we looked outside.
"Lunch" had slipped her rope and was busy digging up the garden.
It is true that the dogs made a great fuss from the start, but soon only the younger dog needed to be silenced. So their alert was something we needed to take notice of.
A pig is difficult to tie up when you don't know the method. We tied her as best we could after which she was more controllable. I recalled a joke of my father's, and it is true that a stick at the rear encourages forward motion. So at last she was limited to a circuit round the tree, always at full stretch, where she created hollows for herself to lie in.
Today 4 men arrived and she is now being roasted over an open fire. Yes it is dark, but this was always going to be a long process.
The party is tomorrow.
Terry
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<photo - the pig in happier times>
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