Our meticulously manicured lawn, until recently the nicest in the near neighborhood, has been pillaged by pigs. Using their super sensitive snouts to acquire accumulated acorns that have fallen from the oak trees, little pods of piggies poke pink snouts into the soil, making many messy mounds.
Shown to the left is an area under a particularly prolific provider of plunder, a live oak. Every night the avaricious acorn aficionados return to wreak ravage repeatedly.
It seems the soil suffers severely, but maybe this choosey churning aids aeration, assisting ample areas after all.
I just wish they’d do their dastardly deeds in the daytime; we willing witnesses would watch with wonder. (And maybe bonk one of the buggers for its bacon.)
1 comment:
You are Amazingly Alliterative.
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