It was twenty-five days into Barny's nocturnal escapades when the she-pig came back.
She downed the camera trap with porcine recklessness, but paid it no further heed.
It lay on its back, three round eyes to blazing sun and starry night.
Our good fortune with Barney though wasn't yet over.
Two nights later -- at 9:41 to be exact, she appeared out of the darkness like a red-eyed Valkyrie, and the camera recorded her passing.
It was the only photo of her that night. If she touched down in the swale she kept her distance.
She made 8 more visits during the next 11 days, but we don't know if she played with the seed heads.
On each visit however she peered at the waylaid camera, sometimes looking down through her toes . . . and sometimes leaning in from the side.
Then she disappeared into the night.
We'll be back at the grassy swale looking for Barny next year.