Was down the field settling in visitors (Darrens the goat, not mine - in case you wonder if guests stay out in our field!) Got back, went to feed the pigs as it was going dark, and no Lucky in the little yard. Checked their house, no .....had another check, as she is tiny, but nothing. Looked for elf size prints in the mud .......looked at the gate onto the lane, but mesh across there to stop the hens and hopefully a piglet. Checked the stable next door, scanned the field. Begnning to panic now!! Then further over the field, where the cats live in a van container body, they were standing at the door, looking at something. Went over, and the door was just ajar, and from inside happy oinks could be heard.
Guess who had climbed up on the cats bed, and was doing a dance on the cushion
? Much squealing as I carried her back to her yard, and a very vocal Mogwai. Thank goodness it was not ,Mogwai as I would not have carried her.
Stll cannot see how she escaped.