This morning I went into my backyard and my neighbor's dog was there, eating something on the ground.  As I got closer I could tell it was the head, skin, and hind legs, with everything else removed, of a baby wild boar.  The outer skin covering the head, snout, and legs and the loose skin that had covered the body had short black fur.  How gross I thought and what am I going to do with this.  I surmised that another neighbor had gone wild boar hunting and had killed and gutted this animal and then thrown the carcass in the ravine between our houses.  He has been known to do with the remains of fish and ducks that he had similarly killed.  And my first neighbor's dog has a habit of hauling what she finds in the ravine, into our yard.
 
Well, I had some limbs in a pile so I lit it and burned up the carcass to where it was completely gone.  I could find no trace of it.  I had also gathered the feathers from around the yard from I'm guessing ducks that had also been hauled there by the neighbors dog, and burned them up as well.
 
Just now I realized how odd that this was probably the closest I had personally come to a wild boar, a shovelful away.  And this, (Good Friday), was the anniversary of when Tammuz was killed by a wild boar.  Go figure.  Must be some meaning in there, maybe just to remind me of what day it was.
 
Shalom,
Ted Porter