That is, dead wild life.
I started tilling a future flower bed and noticed some hair in the dirt. I dug further, aware that I wasn't ready to find something nasty on my second day on the farm... The buried 'thing' seemed to be pretty large and I just left it alone until Robin came back from her errands in town. She dug out a deer pelt and told me that hunters usually skin and bone their kill on site, taking only the meat with them (and apparently the head?) and leave the rest in nature. Alie, the dog, must have found and brought his trophy home. My first time throwing a deer pelt in the trash!
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