No it wasn’t kids, though I had a houseful of them. Wrapping paper flying in two different rooms. Yes, two trees lit and tempted with stacked presents for all. It wasn’t the friends that stopped by throughout the day either.
My grandson had come inside the house the day before Christmas. Words tumbling out of his mouth about the pig, “the pig, it has made my legs all muddy.”
What in the world, I thought, was he talking about. My hearing is so bad I must not have been hearing him correctly. Finely he got it all out. A pig had come down the street and had sniffed his legs and gotten him all muddy. Now we don’t live in the woods. Our house is among hundreds of other houses in a regular bedroom community so this was a little out of the ordinary.
I quickly ran out with my camera asking my grandson who was hesitant to follow me, “where did you see him Nico?” But there was nothing in site only neighbors walking up and down the street looking too.
Well Christmas arrived the next day and so did our visitor. As I went out to check on the kids and see what the other children on the block had gotten for Christmas there He was.
Yes, it was my grandson’s friend coming back to check out the neighborhood. A young boar. He was not afraid of anyone and came right up to me and started to chew on my clothes. Yes he was quite hungry and had figured out how to get some food easily.
He had found his Christmas Meal. The neighbor was not home and had left a big bowl of Cat food out for all the cats in the vicinity of the island of Oahu. I’ve often heard that pigs were smart and this guy was no exception. He had come down from the hills behind our house and had himself a Christmas dinner.
Now knowing that this pig was a young boar I immediately told all the kids no matter how friendly he was, they were all to go the other way if he came down again to forage for food. He only came a few days more and then was gone.
He had a limp and so I guess he could not stay in the mountains and find food easily so he did the next best thing. The last I heard he was down the block foraging through our neighbors yards down the street.
And if you are wondering how big these guys get, this is a photo of a 200 pounder that my brother-in-law, who hunted pigs with a knife had caught and carried out of the mountains. Those were the days when it was shame to hunt with a gun. A gun was only carried in case a dog was being attacked or a person was in danger. Other wise it was your trusty blade and the dogs who cornered the boar.
Hmmm I wonder if this pig will replace Rudolf next year?