Rising sap

The day nealry got off to a catastrophic start with this little monster on the lose. Spotted in the lane looking wistfully towards the cauldron Trevor the shitland stood patiently while yours truly armed himself with a bucket load of allure and coaxed him back into the confines of his field. The Phgoor was not to blame this time, the culprits forthe breakout were the mangalitza piglets who thought they would try my patience by releasing the pocket rocket. Thankfully, although the sap is rising, Trevor the sex maniac equine seems to have finally forgotten what he lost in the last encounter with the V E T and all thoughts of scampering off across the mountain to bother the mares seem to have faded. For now.