The farmers have been collecting dung for several months. Black sewage puddles have been picturesquely floating around the huge piles. It looked awesome, like tar pits. I tried to take photos, but they didn’t show the creepyness of reality. The dogs loved the dung-mountains, they smelled so exotic. But then one day at the beginning of April the dung was gone. Ploughed in. Leaving only the skull of a cow. Why was it in the dung? We’ll never know.
There’s a hole, because of the captive bolt? I have no idea how holes made by captive bolt guns look. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported
The dogs didn’t like the skull as much as the dung. It must have been dead for quite some time. But they were too interested to let me take photos. I attached them to a post in the background. They wait impatiently. ‘Frauchen is fiddling around with that little dark box again. Sigh. Hurry up!’ Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported