Heavenly mud

During the recent years of drought, in parched, dusty Collserola, life was more of a struggle for the boars.  Their long muscular snouts found the ground unyielding, and food supplies dwindled. And for an animal that can’t sweat, damp places to cool off were few and far between.

But the continuous rainfall this winter has restored streams that had run dry.  The water took a long time to seep through, but finally springs I’ve never seen working have woken up.  And for the boars, apart from making their ploughing a lot easier, there are now plenty of muddy puddles to bathe in.

Mud also makes walks in Collserola more interesting.  Signs conjure up nocturnal scenes we’re not privy to. We can see where the boars habitually rub their flanks on the rough pine trees after a satisfying wallow.

And two-toed hoof marks proliferate.

In a stream just below a narrow road in Vallvidrera, opposite a row of houses, a boar was satiating its thirst and rooting in the soft mud. Tiny eyes contrasted with large hairy ears and snout – reflecting weak sight but sharp senses of hearing and smell.

It was a typical Collserola periphery boar: used to living alongside people.  Hopefully, it wouldn’t venture too far across the boundary.  (See previous post for boar problems in Collserola.)