The Egyptian Sky Goddess Nut is often depicted as a sow.
Tonight I feed livestock by the light of the Waxing Gibbous moon. And a Coleman Lantern.
Twenty-two days have passed, and I see no signs that our Large Black Hog gilt Prudence is in heat again, so I whisper to her, as I press my ear up against her warm, silky side, "Are there piglets in there?"
Prudence blinks at me with jet eyes, lifts her snout into the air so she can take a good long look at me from behind those onyx ears breaking over each side of her steel head, whiskers shining in the moonlight.
The ever solid pig seems rather self-satisfied, sublimely content, and as full of secrets as the pitch black sky is of stars above our heads.
I'm thinking the answer may very well be "yes".