The pigs are really in their element around the waters of our pond. I’m fairly certain the beavers don’t know what to make of them. And they are everywhere! Except for when you jump the fence…all you see is their dust!
But slowly, they start to come out.
They size you up.
Are you friend or foe?
Or perhaps you’ll have something delicious to eat.
And when that notion gets into their head, then they come check you out in earnest.
A couple stayed by the wallow.
But practically all of the others needed to get closer to inspect my bag, my boots and perhaps take an exploratory nip at my leg!
Boy did they get close!
So I beat a hasty retreat and captured them shuffling off back to the wallow…