Wednesday, October 23, 2013

A Wish for Nat

Source: Feral hogs
Nat was not ashamed of his family or of his herd.  He had been born into the community of feral hogs, been nurtured, and now was expected to learn the ways of the hunt.

Being a runt had not been easy, but Nat bore up to the digs, the snorting derision.  But, this revealed to Nat even more that he was not meant to be a raging boar with deadly tusks.

It was out on another foray for food, which involved destruction of some field or roots that a thought occurred to Nat.  He was eager to share it with the sow mother who was already nursing the next generation of wild feral hogs.

He grunted a few times, and his mother looked at him.  She rolled her small hog eyes, shook off the piglets from her teats, and guided Nat to a secluded part of the mud roll.  When Nat began to share his desires for a different life, she grunted and squealed quietly.

“Don’t you ever say those things again!  Especially to your father!”  Then she turned tail and waddled off in a huff.

But Nat could not help himself.  He confronted his father, who was the Alpha Boar of the herd.  He grunted quietly.  “Pa, I don’t want to be a feral hog.  I want…”

But that was as far as Nat got.  His pa lit into him with every profane squeal he knew, which was quite impressive.  Then Pa knocked and rolled Nat with his huge tusks, slashing Nat’s hind quarters.  Nat took off, knowing that he was forever banned.
Where to go was the question.  Nat raised his snout to sense the air.  West.  He would go West.

22 comments:

  1. Even pigs hogs want to go find greener grass it seems

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  2. Go, Nat, go. Remember to check in with Susan.

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    1. I'll be watching out for him, to be sure.

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  3. Go West young hog...go West. Oh Susan, "turned tail"????? What a hoot.

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  4. Being different is never easy, especially when your family who is fundamentally to be for you, is against you.

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  5. I adore feral hogs. We have some escaped wild boars in the woods here. I always feel very privileged if I get a glimpse. Go Nat!

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  6. Dear Susan, okay so you've got me hooked! I hope I'm going to find out what happened to Nat when he headed west. Peace.

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    1. Eventually, after Christmas I'm thinking.

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  7. I love that this could be written about so many species (particularly ours). Poor Nate. I hope he finds somewhere he is accepted and comfortable.

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    1. Perhaps he will find a place where he belongs...that will be decided.

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  8. He'll be back. The lure of the West is not what it's cracked up to be.

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    1. With all the droughts in the West, Nat will find a shortage of mud rolls, adequate food, and too many wildfires.

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  9. Go west, young feral hog. Experience and learn. Then go back to wetter lands and mud yourself. Sorry, didn't want to boar you with this. And I would never try to hog the limelight.

    A good day to you from an early morning England.

    Gary

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    1. Yes, Nat will need to find his way, before he can return to the wet land, IF he returns.

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  10. Go West, young man! err..hog.

    Go, Nat, the world awaits, adventures shall be yours. But beware the hunter. Especially the hunter who loves bacon.

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    1. Life definitely has its dangers, esp. for one who is delicious.

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    1. One never knows the suffering one animal suffers, or the dangers.

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