Thanks to writer Neal Stephenson’s latest “Termination Shock“, today I learned about this phenomenon which are — just as it sounds — pools of spews from wild pigs.
“Over time, indigestible stuff accumulated in a hog’s stomach. Eventually they would vomit it up to make room. Anyone who tracked wild pigs would encounter spews from time to time: a patch of glazed ground where the liquid had dried in the sun, littered with the skulls and jawbones and hooves of lambs, kids, calves, piglets, dogs, cats, as well as dog collars, sticks, stones, chunks of plastic, and so on. Rufus never looked too closely out of a fear that he might see human remains.”
I’ve not found an image of this anywhere in the wild; some would say that’s good news. So, instead, there’s a shot of a lovely Red River hog, a breed from Central Africa, one that to date, I don’t seem to have written about. That omission will be rectified.
