The shadows grow taller. The sky's slowly preparing for the night. The gentle afternoon breeze has gone and everything's silent, apart from the singing cicadas . Even the birds seem to have temporarily stopped quarreling. Probably for them it's already bedtime by now.
Suddenly Christine tells me to be quiet and she points at the far end of our field in utter excitement. And then I see it as well. A family of wild boars is having an evening out to our garden! There's mum and dad... and three little piglets too! It's just amazing. Even though they must have spotted us, they don't seem to be alarmed at all and quietly, apart from the odd grunt every now and then, they head for the pool of mud next to the well near the top of the field. They're no more than 30 metres away from our house! Pity we don't have the camera. And by the time I'm getting it from the car, something startled them and they run off into the bushes on the other side. Christine and I are speechless. And happy... very happy indeed because we've been so fortunate to see these shy animals in the wild... correction... in our garden!
Sunday evening. It sounds too incredible to be true, but dad decided to come back on his own. He goes to the pool of mud, makes a bit of noise in a large bush next to it and then goes all the way behind our house and back. Not more than 15 metres away! This time I have the camera, although unfortunately it's already quite dark under the trees and at 8x zoom it was impossible to make a decent picture. Well, at least they're clear enough.
I decided to call him Harry, after a very close friend of mine who I'm sure will appreciate the compliment. :-)
And off he went, back into the forest. Goodbye, Harry. See you again soon!
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