None of it is true anyway, I just dream it up and fool around with photoshop :-)
between wanting the whole world to know of the lovely Noelle and thinking Badger's village should remain in bucolic peace sans hordes of admiring visitors.
Is Noelle showing signs of being as smart as pigs are reputed to be, given half a chance?
Love the Noelle Tales and photos, keep em coming please, when you can.
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine
to answer Canyon Critter's question, Noelle is a Eurasian Wild Boar (Latin: Sus scrofa) and so is a relative of the American Javelina (or Peccary) but not the same. Wild boars are very common around here despite the hunting and can cause a lot of agricultural damage; the males can grow to up to 250 pounds and are very scary. They are mostly nocturnal in the wild, but Noelle keeps the same time as her canine friends. The other day I saw Noelle curled up asleep in the sunshine with her friend Tosca, who is still recovering from being badly tusked by a boar on a hunting trip in the winter! She comes when you call her name, is somewhat shy, but loves being tickled on her belly. When you do that she just rolls over and goes into a trance of delight.
those big brown eyes! that cute little grin! those stripes! and so fond of her canine family!
To a Javelina? Badger....love the trotting pic by the way
Will you come with me? Once in awhile you can get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right!
Awsome pic...can she catch a frisbee?
here she is with Tosca, who is recovering from being gored by a wild boar while hunting a month ago!!
Really, it was. Wind howling, rain pelting. My (not yet) wife and I were living on the third floor of an apartment building. Her tom cat Ebony (yes, a black cat) had recently moved in with us after having spent some time in the country. He was very much an outdoor cat, and we were not in a great outdoor cat place, but we had a fire escape off our bedroom window, and he figured out how to get up and down it to go prowling.
So, the dark and stormy night...wasn't stormy when we went to bed. The thunder woke us up, and my (not yet) wife said "I think I hear Ebony at the window." Which was my cue to get out of bed and let him in.
Looked out the window, couldn't see ANYTHING, but I opened it anyway. The wind and rain came rushing in, practically knocking back off my feet. Lightning flashed, lit up the open window, and there was the black cat, letting out a howl. His front legs were shredded, and blood was dripping out of his mouth.
Ok, I screamed. This poor cat looked like something out of Pet Semetary, really and truly. Given that we were living just a mile from Stephen King's house made the possibility all the more likely.
Ebony used up a few of his lives that night, but he lived on to have numerous other adventures. And getting to live a scene from a horror movie used up a few of mine as well.
Eb was a pretty cool cat, all-in-all.
We've had all of our cats (and dogs) spayed or neutered ever since.