The big black Wild Boar came back yesterday. The first time Harry frightened it by bellowing out to his mother. It headed off for the river and everybody thought it had gone.
Unfortunately it came back later when the sun was going down. The Cook chased it down the river – then went in looking for it…..???? Anyway, she was hunting through the reeds when she spotted a big black shape coming towards her, she froze and it picked up speed. I still don’t know what she was thinking, but she picked up a big stick and was about to bludgeon it to death when – luckily, she realised, in the murky light of dusk - that it was the dog not the Wild Boar.
Lucky dog. Luckier Wild Boar, I’ve been on the wrong end of a walloping form the Cook a few times now and I’ve never won. It would appear that the rain brings the Boar down out of the hills, the first time we saw him was after some rain.
Well, it was rain of a sort, about 4mm all up – not much, but enough to keep the feed growing. Today is beautiful; the Cook has taken both the boys off for hair cuts and long pants before the new term starts. Unfortunately I’m working off farm today and can’t make the most of it – but there is always tomorrow.