Oh dear! My answer is less romantic, having suffered from the depredations of wild boar in France! The back 'garden/lawn' resembled the Somme trenches and a sow, with stripey babies at heel, stood stoically whilst I yelled and waved lights and them. I eventually contacted the local 'chausseurs' who sent dogs around and drew nothing. They had moved on. They can travel 30 km per night apparently. Phew!
Seriously, they can be very, very bad news and kill at least one person every year in France. Sorry to cast a damper. :(