‘I didn’t know how square they’d be, they’re so solid.’ I said.
The adults skipped up and down the countryside as a neighbour’s dog chased them off. Then the floor moved, what was happening? It seemed as though the dirt was running down the hill too. It wasn’t the earth moving, it was baby pigs, lots and lots of babies, from our peak looking down, they looked like a plague of rats!
‘I wonder if they shoot them.’ Noel mused.
‘They must do to keep numbers down, I can’t believe how many babies were there!’
They certainly had a good life, lush grass, untouched lands where they were left alone to meander – maybe….
‘They are the best behaved sheep I have ever seen!’ Noel said.
Later from our balcony, we watched as the shepherd ambled along the laneway, with his sheep in tow. Was this Tornelli’s pied-piper? Quite possibly in his eighties, the ‘shepherd’ hoisted himself onto a patch of green, the sheep followed.
‘That’s two firsts for me today,’ Noel said, ‘wild boars and a shepherd.’
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