The other thing about feeding the pigs my original, ignoramus way is that in its eagerness, one of the pigs would greet me by rearing up and putting its front trotters on the half stable door, with its huge head at a level that’s easily above mine, and grunt at me, which is all quite scary if you’re a five-foot-tall townie. Feeding them through the troughs eliminated this over-enthusiastic welcome.
So who needed training after all? The pigs or the pig-feeder??