To set the scene. A murky day between Roma and home, more precisely in Tarquinia (which is technically not in Tuscany any more but in Lazio). Summer is gone, just a sole surfer remains. We stroll around and come upon a bridge with a canal under it. There is a rock that I wish to photograph. And then…
And this is a close-up of this bestia taken at another time in Orbetello lagoon. It is a nutria. Check out the orange teeth.
I was thinking and I believe you need some nice horsies right now, to balance it out, yeah?
Welcome to South Tuscany. And we haven’t even gotten to the boar! Even though, truth be told, the only boar I have seen so far was chased by a hunter and two dogs towards the beach.
My dog and I really really hate hunters. Yesterday he heard them outside in the early morning and ended up hiding in the pantry next to our yellow R2-D2 lookalike vacuum machine that used to be his enemy. And still he preferred snuggling with it to the sinister gunshots outside. Less deadly for sure.
The sight of nutria still won’t go away, will it. Have some kitty cats. Last resort.