Pat (via our cat Ninja) discovered a buried treasure in our fire pit yesterday. It looks like Mr. Fox had killed more than he could eat and buried the rest in our loose ashes for dining later. The head was bitten off and most of one of the wings. The rest was intact. This chicken is different from the one killed earlier in the week, and indeed, must have been quite fresh because it didn't even smell. I plucked its feathers for my Mom--because I love her--and threw the remains into the woods and away from our cats.
Anna Lentz, artist, writer, and creativity coach who blogs about making a creative life connected with nature at Spring Bird.