Chapter 33: Strange Carnivores

"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.