These are, I believe, piggy footprints. Photographed in a muddy patch of track just seaward of our tiny ranch.
At about the time I was photographing these Mr B was wandering about the ranch preparing his farm report and heard (in his words) "something big crashing about in the gorse and manuka scrub up by the stream"."Pig" said I.
Later in the same day said pig was glimpsed making a rapid track uphill through the neighbours place. Glimpsed is key. Gary just saw something big and black running on 4 legs.
"Pig" said I
"That's huge! How big are pigs?"
"oh about that size" (indicating something shoulder height with our neighbour's big dog) - said casually. "That's an average one; the big ones are bigger."
Mr B is not so keen on cutting tracks through the scrub now.
Me, on the other hand, - planning a pig trap because we can't shoot anything with houses within range.
Job for my huntin' trappin' shootin' fishin' mate....

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