Last time, all we saw was the damage. This time, the boar, feral pig, whatever the heck you wanna call them, attacked our lawn in broad daylight. My mother was home babysitting my napping son while I dared go get a haircut. And as she casually walked into the living room, she looked out the window and saw this sow and her five babies rooting through my previously patched up and carefully fertilized backyard. Being a blogger’s mother, before she shooed them off, she grabbed her camera. “I knew you’d want to blog about this!” Right she was.
Of ALL things. This pig had to be a mama. With five babies.
What am I going to do????
Initially they weren’t scared of my mother’s shooing but eventually they ran off.
And left one third of my back yard in utter shambles.