Twilight trip to save bacon

My back was already beginning to ache as I went into the second hour of my vigil, sitting on the rear cover of the Hilux. The added height offered a slightly better view over the pig arks running the length of the field in front of me. With such high grass and vegetation, I needed all the advantages I could get, though I did feel somewhat exposed sitting here before dark.

I was banking on the fact that the fox would arrive further down the field and take little notice of another vehicle parked at the top of the hill. The roof of the truck would allow me a steady rest for a longer shot if I needed it.

These arks are closer together than the others and it’s here that the farrowing takes