sat out food for our lunch. Suddenly, the quiet of the forest was pierced by a snuff and a grunt and the sound of stomping hoofs. I looked in the direction of the sound and there, a distance away, coming directly toward us was a huge Wild Boar with long tusks leading three or four others of smaller size. Pat and the children also saw the animals and scurried in a huddle around me in a noisy panic behavior which raised the boar’s attention. The boars stopped. The wildlife posters in the entrance to the forest warn of the Wild Boar and the harm they can inflict with their sharp tusks.
We stood, huddled. I spoke softly instructing the family to stand still and be quiet. Don’ talk. Don’t move. Those were my instructions. The big male scratched the ground, sniffed and snorted. The other boars stood still. We did the same. The big male again snorted, pawed the ground, sniffed the air and starred at our huddled family. Then, perhaps not feeling threatened by our presence the big tusked boar led his group past us and on into the forest.
Often, through the years, one member or another of our family has told the story about a “Boaring Time in the Fontainbleau Forest!”
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