Charming Large Black Hog gilt Prudence is very curious about my hog wand. This used to be a horse wand, you know, the kind of thing with which one would teach the Spanish Walk, etc., but now it has become my teaching-my-Large-Black-Hog-boar-Tater-about-boundaries wand. I've had to run him off with it a couple of times, growling, kind of like Prudence would chase him off, when he's come around chortling at me and trying to nudge me with that big cast iron snout of his.
Well, actually, I think what he's been singing to me is the chant de coeur.
Status seems to be an issue with boars, that is, being The Big Pig, Top Dog Pig, King Pig, etc. This is the way boars are made apparently. I wish that one of the folks who had written one of those many hog farming/homesteading books I bought had been more forthcoming with information about boars. Luckily, this one likes me, quite a lot! And he is receptive to my telling him, "No, sorry, but I am the top hog around here, my friend."
So I have taken to treating Tater the Large Black Hog boar kind of like a mini stallion. Luckily, I did spend some time many years ago around an Andalusian stallion, my mare's sire, and had some lovely rides down the Pojoaque creek to the Rio Grande on that handsome fellow. But as I recall, Caprichoso would nip if you weren't watching yourself and being in charge was kind of an issue with that stud certainly. (Fortunately, Tater has never once nipped me or even threatened, he is at the core, a gentle creature, albeit one who is terribly concerned with the pecking order.) I've been around horses so long, I think I kind of took how I needed to be with that horse for granted, because that's one language I do speak well and what I needed to do/how I needed to be with that stallion just came naturally.
Anyone with a lick of sense will have a respect for all of that life force. And I do. In fact, when I think of it, I am in awe of the energy that perpetuates a species.