OK, it’s sad but yes, things die on a farm. Do we call the “renderer” (or as David calls it the used cattle dealer) when things happen? Not usually. They are hauled off way out in the pasture somewhere north of the house. I have told David to never ever take me to that place. I don’t want to see it. I know what happens there. It’s the circle of life. Things die. I’m okay with that I just don’t want to “see it”.
Tonight I got home just at dusk. I have to tell you I hate this time of year. It’s dark when I leave in the morning and dark when I get home. I saw something in the yard but really had to squint to make it out. AHH! Rowdy had drug some dead animal carcass into the yard! I couldn’t tell what it was but it “had” fur at some point. Disgusting but what is even worse my little Tooter was very interested in it. “Get away from that!” DISGUSTING! “DAVID! Get this thing out of my yard!” Thank goodness it was cold out and there was no smell. He said “put a glove on and put it in the burn barrel.” Yeah….right! DAVID!