Today I found a macabre tableau of dead bodies in the park. From a distance it looked like a piece of wood and it emerged as a dead bird of prey next to a dead mole. Hunter and quarry united in death.
I for sure don’t make any autopsy here, I can only say, that the bird had no wound, but the mole had a big hole in his belly. There was blood coming out of the birds nose when I picked him up with his foot. I like to imagine the bird died naturally, maybe over great excitment over a fat quarry.
Berta and Shaun were very insterested in the dead bodies. They are weird. After I watched the New Zealand movie “Black Sheep” I often call them “Zombielambs” anyways. Berta likes to suck on the tips of my ears, which is painful (poor ewes).