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Tag: pigs

Little squealers

Little squealers

As we were driving out of the Chattahoochee National Forest yesterday, two little brown dogs suddenly popped out and began crossing the road. Then they turned – and they weren’t dogs. They were PIGLETS. Furry, with brown stripes. When they saw us in Xena and heard the growl of her engine, they squealed and went flying down … read more Little squealers

Posted on May 1, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories TreesTags 2005, Chattahoochee, feral, forest, hogs, pigs
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