I saw my ‘sounder of swine’ this morning, out by the edge of the woods. Inexplicably there seems to be more. WTH?
Mr.Wrekker has the game warden looking into a organized shoot.
They are becoming a threat. I’m afraid to walk the dogs. Mainly because I can’t run with my messed up foot. I carried my long gun this morning. We walked down the drive way instead of going around the pond. Betsy the Beagle wasn’t happy. Not as many good smells that way. Grace the Yorkie couldn’t care less.