It is almost November and in the garden are the remains of a fruit full summer on the French Riviera; slack apples, dried figs and a stray pear. Delicious food for the wild boar that we, as if it were zombies, crawls every night higher up the mountain looking for food. The screams of the baby boars sounds like high squeaks. Not that we're afraid of those cute little pigs, it is the father who is the greatest danger. Encouraged by 200 pounds and a two large fangs he goes nothing and no one out of the way, walks boldly on our yard back and sniffs under the trampoline for food for his offspring. You can not blame a father, though this his father want to protect his offspring against a wild boar. Hence, this summer the project 'Ab the Fence "has begun. Every month I buy 20 meters mesh, 10 poles and a roll of wire to delineate another part of our site. Now, just for winter, the house is surrounded with a 1 meter 50 tall fence and even the dog can no longer run away. Let the boar come, we're safe. Hihaaa.
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