Our garden has been invaded…by wild boar, jabali in Spanish. It’s obvious where; several patches of earth have been rummaged-around-in and tell-tale hoof scrapes can be seen. It’s like someone has come along intending to dig a hole to Australia and given up after 10 minutes. We tried to do the same thing as kids in our back garden and at least made it down a metre or so.
Boars – and they can be BIG – are very common here, coming out at night to forage for bulbs, roots and the like. If anyone knows if they like almonds and olives, please let us know as there are loads of them littered on the ground. A young almond tree has also been semi-uprooted.
Boars don’t really like humans but we’re told you don’t want to stumble on one in the night, especially if they are cornered. Because they visit at night when we’re dreaming of sheep, the New York Stock Exchange (only kidding) and boiled sweets covered in sherbet, we have no idea if it was a lone boar that did last night’s damage or a gang of them.
A while back, the Olive Press reported that a man had been gored in the leg by a boar while out picking mushrooms. Wild boar are hunted here and we’ll write a post about it another time – including what becomes of them (blood, sweat, tears an’ all).
The photo below is some of the evidence found a few metres from the back door. Also a film showing ‘wild’ boar being fed in Murcia, Spain – watch the little ones come dashing halfway through.
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