We
were driving on "the big island," through the great Hawaii Volcanoes
National Park. I was thinking about the wildlife on the islands and
said out loud to the ladies, "Boy, I would really like to see a guinea hen
or a feral hog." As if on cue, a guinea hen promptly stepped out of
the forest and ran across the road. Everyone laughed. I shouted,
"Boy, I would now really like to see a feral hog. I said, a FERAL
HOG!" Everyone laughed again. There was no hog. But there was
the next best thing -- a family joke to be rolled out from time to time. 
On a cool, gray Sunday in early
March, KC and I drive in to South Boston to take a walk along Pleasure Bay, out
to Castle Island and Fort Independence, before driving back across the channel
for lunch at the No Name. One of the papers posted outside the fort notes
that Snowy Owls like to frequent the grounds. I say to KC, "Boy, I
would really love to see a Snowy Owl," looking up into the nearest tree,
at the top of which sits a big Snowy Owl. I snap a couple of pictures,
wishing it would stop napping and spread its wings, but happy indeed to see it.
As we walk around the corner of the fort, I just can't help myself.
"Boy, it would be great to see a feral hog!"
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