Wild Boar, Fox, Hare Pheasant, Partridge, Pigeon

Appears in

Honey from a Weed

By Patience Gray

Published 1986

Driving through Provence late one November, we saw hanging outside a butcher’s shop in Vidauban three wild boars, suspended from their hind-legs, their huge snouts jutting forward with ivory crescent tusks. These shaggy beasts, as dark as Cerberus, were the only presences in the deserted street.
The boar is sacred to the horned moon goddess; she is the patron of poets and metalworkers. The thought of the wild boars, their immense size, the mountain wilderness from which they came, haunted us for a long time.