Pigs

A day of filling in as I sought permission to fetch more free timber from its mountain lair. I have been having trouble with the old weed whacker and decided to bite the bullet and buy a new one. The afternoon saw me making a mark in the jungle surrounding the home. As I sat finishing my tea in the early evening I heard the tell tale snorts of boar down in the river and went down the road to see if I could snap one. By the time I got in position one of the youngsters was heading back up toward our house in one of the areas I had stripped of taller undergrowth. I managed to get a snap of him as he traversed nomansland. Still has a hint of the stripes on his back from his younger days.