Jim and I were out in the woods on Christmas Day doing our favorite thing — taking a hike. We circled around and were following a creek that went through a more wild section of our property that is overgrown with wild roses and bamboo. The turkeys and deer love it there as it makes excellent cover.
I spotted what looked to be an explosion of feathers. My first thought was that it was from a feather pillow. Odd. Very odd but possible because nearby there is an old couch that had fallen off someone’s moving truck on a curve of the road, before we bought the property, that we are gradually removing, piece-by-piece and taking to the trash drop-off center. But no…
I reach down and touched it. It was hair. Like you would see in the bristles of a paint brush — coarse, stiff. But oddly, there was no hide that it was attached to. Just hair. I knew it was from a deer but it was also odd that there was no skeleton.
I also noticed a smell. A smell that you would expect from a dead animal. That told me it was a fresh.
I started looking around and to my right, about 5 feet away was the skeleton I was looking for, but it was incomplete. No head. No legs. Picked-to-the-bone. I touched it and it was moist and flexible – again, another sign that it was fresh.
I was thrilled with my discovery. But couldn’t help but wonder why it was there. Had a hunter shot it and it came here to die? Had a coyote killed it? Or found it already dead or dying? I do believe that a coyote ate it. I’ve seen a coyote cross the road in the past on what appeared to be an active animal path right about where this carcass was.
Life is an Adventure.