Things seen while running: a wild hog in the neighbors' yard

I wrote a few weeks ago about seeing the small herd of wild hogs crossing the road behind my house. (this post).  Last Wednesday morning, the day before Thanksgiving, I saw on on my street!  He was hanging out in Stacy and Brent's yard, on the corner just where we enter the neighborhood from Precinct Line.  It was about 5 a.m., and I'm sure he thought he had the street to himself.  I stopped and watched him, wondering if he would stick around long enough for me to go get my camera.  I didn't have to think about it long.  His early morning activities interrupted, he took off toward Precinct Line, to disappear into the woods.  I'm glad he didn't run toward me; he can run much faster than I can!  I will have to remember always to run in the morning with a camera and a high-powered rifle.  Wild pork sausage anyone?

The swine was in this front yard.

This is the swine's work, not in someone's yard, but along Precinct Line.

Stacy and Brent were spared the hog landscaping job, but I did see some houses that were attacked.  In fact, our next-door-neighbor's flower bed was turned up pretty good.  I don't know why they didn't get the grass at our end of the street.