The trio have had a right squabble today. Pushing and nipping each other. I noticed the boy who still doesn't have a name, had a sore eye. I should have thought 'all this boisterousness has ended in tears'. Instead I panicked, called Jane with the sad news that 'the boy' had a gammy eye. She came straight over sent me for fresh water and clean cloths. She spent the next half hour coaxing him to get his eye cleansed. How funny was watching Jane wash a pigs face with a flannel!!