Our little bit of Aberdeenshire is peaceful, normally as most of us are keeprs of livestock and guardians of the natural way of life, however the one neighbour a “ townie “ that has no animals or comprehension of country living decides to have a firework session. It's a clear moonlit light, the moon looks fantastic , with hardly a breath of wind the conversations of people some distance away can clearly be heard the sound carries well.
I am just feeding the pigs when all hell breaks loose as rockets , bangers ( an understatement ) and other pyrotechnics are set off , the dogs bark a bit, the goats , used to my diy antics remain nonplussed , but the pigs are alarmed at the aerial explosions seemingly above them but watch and tolerate the percussive sounds.
That is until fireworks are let off that head skywards with a scream, this alarms the pigs to the extent that they panic and barge the electric fence getting shocked into the bargain.
And so I'm in the pig ark with two very frightened pigs sharing bananas in an effort to calm them.
I'm cross , very cross , but I will bide my time.
Ps Its frosy out , ark nice and cosy, warmer than the house !