JohnnyCashCat and the chickens have developed an interest in bone collecting,
and not in a good way.
An alligator with a cotton ball stuffed in its mouth or a cottontail still attached to a spine?
You make the call.
The front yard is littered with carcasses in various stages of decay. I've intentionally not zoomed in
on the body parts, figuring you'd be sufficiently grossed out from a distance.
The chickens don't have the decency to finish eating what they start.
Who do they think is going to clean up the leftovers?
I might catch and release snakes, but no way I'm touching half-eaten rats and rabbits.
My bone collecting starts only when the blood and fur are gone.
My bone collecting starts only when the blood and fur are gone.
Avoidance is key. I've learned to not look down when
walking around the yard, or at least not wear my glasses.
No more dessert until you finish what's on your plates.
