Cathy in the Wright

As Promised

My pictures didn't turn out as well as I had hoped, but a promise is a promise.

My neighbors, Tiff and Andy, have a rotting bison head hanging from a chain in their backyard.

The pictures looked a lot better before I had to shrink them down a bit. What you're missing is the eyeball that's dried out and sunken into the socket, the paper-thin flesh peeling off, the tongue sticking out in a rather cheeky manner, and the gnaw marks on the horns where some critters have been trying to get their mineral fix.

Andy brought the buffalo head home from a ranch out in South Dakota where herds are maintained. A government project, I think, but Andy can correct me if I'm wrong. My brief interview with Andy:

Andy, for the benefit of my more sensitive readers, can you confirm for me that this poor fellow died of natural causes, no doubt sniffing the clover in the back forty and keeled over unexpectedly and without pain or suffering?

If you consider a bullet a natural cause.

Here's Andy poking the head with a stick.

While I know this beats whatever is showing at the Guthrie Theater these days, don't bother coming out to see the sights for yourself. Andy took the head down this afternoon. I'm pretty sure he's saving it for the next neighborhood party, when he'll stuff it with cans of Busch Light and bring a baseball bat.

Posted by Cathy at April 5, 2005 10:22 PM