Further to some other daft laddie misadventure, that year's barley never got combined and so the farmer decided to put 45 weaner pigs into the field. We built lovely straw bale shelters for the pigs and put an electric fence low down around where we had combined to keep them in. On the Friday evening they seemed contented, but by Saturday morning they were all over the farm.
After a hectic morning trying to round them up, we got them back in and I went home. At 2pm I was phoned to gan back as the little buggas were oot again! This time there was only three of us so when we got them back we hid and watched.
They were wise pigs alright as they bulldozed a heap of soil up to the wire until it earthed, and then walked through as if they knew that there was no danger.
So to fix them we erected another hot wire not connected to the first. But Sunday morning I was back there again chasing pigs and in the afternoon too. That proved to be it. They were taken home and the idea abandoned.