Not something you see every day - a Pig in the village, running towards you in the road. This one was trotting happily in Lastingham, making pig noises. A neighbour corralled it into a nearby front garden. It immediately used its rubbery nose to lift the latch and tried to push its way out - luckily seen in time and string was procured to keep it contained.
It was very tame and friendly, happily taking apples, carrots - and actually anything it was offered - and enjoyed scratches and tickles from us all.
The Village grape-vine is super effective, and soon the owner came to rescue her piggy.
What characters pigs are - and how communicative - reminds me of watching wild boar when I was trying to get a likeness for carving a pair of boar in stone.