It was raining very heavily, I wasn't too sure if water would seep up into their box in the pen (will be raising it more) so I decided to have them in the laundry for the night.
Of course as soon as I put them in the rain stopped.
Not a whinge, peep, yip or fart out of them.
1am Pretty wanted to go out (she sleeps in our room) so we trundled past the laundry door...not a whinge, peep, yip or fart.
2am, steroids kick in, I am starving and awake...up past the door and into the kitchen...not a whinge, peep, yip or fart.
By 3am while I am reading I wonder if both are alive.
I hear a thump..I think one rolled over and hit the wall.
I am not tired, bored, briefly think stupidly of letting them out to play...Oh, great idea Di, get them used to wanting to play at 3am. I have some wheetbix and read instead.
5am back to bed thinking they will want out soon.
7am Pretty wants to go out again so I let them out too. They must have been happy hearing usual house noises and being closer than the pen. They didn't even chew the pigs ears I had in there on their bed.
wow, no soiling of the laundry.
They have however blotted their copy book as when I let the 3 out together they took off chasing cattle.
My mistake, we usually have some segregation in going on so all three are not free together outside but I WAS tired then and all I wanted to do was go back to bed.
At the moment I can hear them a hundred meters down the driveway in a HUGE driveway puddle.