Odd juxtaposition

The bone had been chewed at both ends, though it was more slivered than crushed. The glove was missing two fingers, clearly chewed off. It was a good, sturdy one, with leather fingers and heavy canvas hands, but it had long been abandoned, so no one really cared about it getting chewing it up.


The bone was another story. I am sure its original owner would have preferred not to have an appendage turned into a play toy in such a manner.


It was a deer's foreleg by the way, with the bone above the knee worried to toothpick sized splinters and one toe gnawed away. The remaining toe was small, probably from a yearling fawn.

See, I went out to help my stubborn partner in this operation, who is rather ill at the moment, build some temporary fence up behind the barn. He wouldn't wait for Alan to get home and I didn't want him doing it alone. While we were working, I found the oddities way up on the hill. The grass was all matted down, as if there had been much play going on there. The animals that did the chewing and the rolling down of grass probably are not very big yet, or they would have done much more damage. I wish I could have seen them at it.

Coyotes I think. Pups by the toothmarks. I wonder why they dragged the old glove way up there. Maybe their den is down over the bank. Anyhow, I hope they stick to hunting deer and leave the calves alone....and the cats....chickens...sheep....bunnies.