Although technically these are feral critters, they are plenty wild and an established part of Florida's ecosystem.
With the gator shots stored safely in the Sony, I was already counting the morning a success, when I rounded another corner and movement in the road caught my eye.
Far ahead of me, a pack of baby wild hogs were lounging in the dappled morning light. I took one shot through the windshield ... an insurance shot in case they spooked ... and then I slipped out with the door hanging open and the JEEP in the middle of the dirt road.
Hunkering down, I crouch-walked twenty paces closer, shot photos, moved again, shot photos, moved again, shot photos ...
Every time I shot a picture, I was sure they would snort and run off, but eventually I got within fifty feet of the piglets.
They were pretty cute for piney rooters and seemed perfectly content to snooze in the sun.
Every so often, a few of them would go to Momma who was working something delicious along the road shoulder.
The diehard nappers could not be budged.
This is the view back from my last photo position, just before the Momma pig finally sensed me and called her flock to her side. I had crouch crept that entire distance to get close to them. It was going to be a long dash back if she charged me, but an uncornered wild hog is almost never going to take that route.
Besides, I wasn't going any closer.
Here, she has sensed me and called her babies closer. There were more than that, some are off camera.
In the last pic, she's apparently giving them orders to follow her across the road at a gallop, because after a deep snorty grunt, that's what they all did.
The sow went first, up the slope and across the dirt road into a shady cypress swamp. She was followed by a broken chain of piglets scurrying after her.
I was so stoked about this encounter, that the fuzzy, out of focus shots of the wild turkey hen and her poults (up around another bend) were only a minor disappointment.