In the Midwest I was familiar with road signs warning of all manner of danger while driving: deer crossing, pedestrians crossing, even turtles and ducks crossing the road. But in a new land, new cautions. In California: wild boar.
The little silhouetted pigs traipsing across the yellow signs made me laugh when we first moved here, and I was anxious to spot the real thing. It took eight weeks, but Saturday I finally saw my first wild boar. Here is the family of three that crossed our path in south Monterey County.
