Feral Swine Whisperer

Feral hogs had the dog all worked up in the wee hours of the morning. Chased them away twice. They balked the second time after moving away from me into ground tangle. At first I cursed at them. Then I wondered at my arrogance. They're here by no fault of their own, just like me. Just like everyone forced into a place and time. So I whispered conversationally to let them know I don't hate them for being who and where they are. A low grunt from the thicket near the stream bank signaled acknowledgment. From now on, they are welcomed here. Who knows how they might benefit this new homestead I've chosen to dwell in, too. Hell, if worse comes to worst as the wannabe dictator in the White House continues erroding democracy to successful intent, I can trap and eat them when food supplies dwindle and fail.

So now, I whisper at the feral swine. Come...gather round...closer...

(and my stomach happily growls)