"When you're done," Bubba said, "come on in and we'll talk." He climbed the steps to the porch and walked between the dogs to go back into the house. I heard some clanking of pots and decided I'd give him a little more time to clean up. There was an interesting looking flower just a little way under the trees, but when I went to photograph it I felt a hot breath on my hand and the bitch dog stood between me and the trees.
OK," I said to the dog, and scratched her behind the ears, "thanks for the warning." She padded away around the cabin, so I followed her. The pig was there; a big sow with a litter of weanlings. She huffed at me, but the fence around her looked much stronger than the garden fence so I ignored her. The dog was sniffing at another of the flowers I'd seen. This one was in the sun. I was soon lost in getting macro shots of the flower and the astonishing assortment of insects that crawled all over it.