Last week on my Sunday afternoon walk through the
fields with Toby, I came across a sheep skeleton. The poor animal must have
perished in the recent bad weather. As I walked towards it a fox ran away, on
closer inspection the bones had been completely stripped of all muscle, meat
etc. I had not been able to take this route for some months due to the
terrible rain we had suffered with, the fields had been far to boggy to walk
through.
When I arrived home I made the huge mistake of
telling Joe what I had seen, his little face lit up. He had been learning about
skeletons at school and it seemed it would fulfil a dream; obtaining his very
own animal skull. So being a total mug I agreed to take him back to the
location of the skull so he could retrieve it to keep. I know I must be mad but
I agreed, isn’t this what little boys adventures were made of and who am I to
stand in the way of that.
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| Joe,s Sheep Skull |
Off we set wearing gloves and armed with plastic bags to retrieve the skull, Joe was soooo excited almost beside him-self with excitement. When we found the skull I felt a responsibility to say a prayer for the sheep, Joe was looking at me as if I had completely lost it, but I was about to boil this poor animals skull the least I could do was say a few words of respect. A bit of a mini funeral! What must I have looked like in my hat, gloves and waving a Tesco carrier bag saying a little prayer for a sheep skeleton?
