Several rides ago, Lucy and I happened upon a recently deceased cow.
We returned to the scene over the weekend, hoping that the skull would still be there,
(and that it wouldn't be too ripe) so that we could bring it home.
The cow with the bad toupee will remain in the garden until the sun bleaches it white.
I'm surprised Johnny was willing to get so close.
It smells like steak, but not in a good way.