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Let Resting Hogs Lie by Roger Cox
“If you go down to the woods today, you’re sure of a pig surprise!” For roaming the forests, moors and cornfields throughout the shires of our green and pleasant land is a controversial wild pig that hasn’t lived here since it became extinct four centuries ago.
The Eurasian wild boar may not be the most lovable of our few remaining large mammals. After a long, but short lamented absence, it wasn't altogether missed. However, since its unofficial reintroduction two decades ago, it has settled in well enough to become a keystone species for woodland ecology. The only downside to its importance there is the trouble it’s causing everywhere else!
Pigs are driven by their stomachs and led by their highly efficient noses; a porcine characteristic that never ends well when a seventeen stone hog like our friend here picks up on the scent of a freshly mowed playing field or maize crop, and ditto, for anyone foolish enough to get in its way! Being notoriously unpredictable, even the most docile zoo friendly exhibit at the NFWP could unintentionally injure a keeper holding back its feed bucket! Fortunately, this one chose to appear bored than to be boorish, but its caprices were still a threat to consider while crouched two metres away from such a commanding bulk of solid muscle and hair. A concern I might add, with enough weight behind it for me to back away slowly when finished, and not think twice about letting a resting hog lie.