Round two, Piglets in the lead

Sure enough, the piglets went to bed in the pig house.  Excellent. We closed up the fence in the night.  We've so got these pigs now.In the morning, HW went to feed them.  They both bolted, straight through the fence like it wasn't there.You'd think, maybe there's something wrong with the fence.  They don´t even squeak when they go through it.  HW, having had the same thought, is checking the fence the hard way, every day, and it's on.  He's getting a good lift,  even with big boots (I will not check the fence that way).On my way home from work, I met my pigs coming out the road.  This is disconcerting, to meet one's livestock strolling up the road you're driving down.  Oh hey!They looked small from the driver's seat, vulnerable, like a couple of toddlers confidently taking a walk together.I chased them all the way home, although they kept pulling over to the shoulder for all the world to let me by, and they weren't afraid of the truck.  They kept stopping on the side of the road, looking back at me.  Go ahead.  Why aren't you passing?  They were afraid of ME, though, when I stepped out of the truck and charged them.  Zoom!That did it.  they're expanding their territory now.  The pigs can't be marching up the road visiting the neighbours.  That's just embarrassing.  (This is all embarrassing, it's just kind of funny too, and if it helps someone else-).I extracted the stored chicken fence, schlepped it over and starting setting it up around pigland, knowing the piglets would be moseying over from the driveway, hungry after their big run home.  I was about half done when they showed up, and seeing me, hid themselves.  I finished anyways, rushing, leaving a big funnel open.  If they go to bed at night again, then we close the fence in the night, muhahaha!I lurked.  I waited.  I furtively encouraged the pigs from the woods to pigland vicinity.  I watched from afar.  The pigs approached the sizable gap in the fence, did some sniffing, had a discussion, reached consensus, turned, and purposefully marched off into the woods.Oh GOOD GOD!  I set off at a run, down our trail, and got in front of them.  It was a near thing.  They were headed somewhere, deliberately.  Now it was dusk, and I walked back and forth in front of them, and after they turned, kicked around making noise until they wandered back in the vicinity of pigland again.  This time, with dark falling in the woods, they were content to root around under the bird feeder, winding down.  I waited, for ages, until I saw them hesitantly take steps into the confines of the fence, and I retired.  NOW we've got them.Spoiler:Yes, now we've got them.  This works.  Two-strand electric fence for pigs?  No way!  Chicken/sheep mesh fence - yes.