The hogs, in their final paddock, harvest bedding for their nests out among the sleeping clods of thatch that punctuate this slumbering wedge of Missouri sidehill. Clambering through the dense, dry armor of sleeping prairie, they break off sheaves of dormant ocher grass and trot to their hut, lining the inside with soft, insulative bedding. Other than f…
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