I think the culprit in the great escape a few days ago may have identified himself. This morning, when I turned Pie out by himself into the dry lot, he stood by the gate looking for company. But wait . . . what's he doing now? Playing with the gate latch with his lips and hooking his head and neck over the gate and trying to pull it towards him into the dry lot . . . Hmmm . . . . I've never seen him do that before - looks like we may have a suspect - Mr. Mouth may have taught himself a new trick!
I don't know whether he managed to undo the gate latch for the great escape or whether he found it unlatched, but he's clearly got in mind moving the gate as part of the exercise. The good news is that the lower gate which opens to the outside world now has a sturdy keyed bike lock on it. I'm not sure that he'd be interested in opening an internal gate - particularly once grass is available - but I may want to double lock his paddock gate from now on.