On a walk to the lakeshore my path took me near my country neighbor’s back yard and garden plot. As I sauntered past the garden plot, the stark white bones of a ribcage – posed openly on a patch of tended grass – caught my eyes.
Last
fall, while butchering a deer harvested by his son, my country neighbor flung
the ribcage out his back door so the local magpies and ravens could feast on
the sparse flags of flesh on the bones.
The
birds quickly picked the ribs clean and now the sun fully embraces the bones
throughout the day.
I
suspect such a sight would be range on a scale beginning at conspicuous and
ending at scandalous in many places, but around here a second glance is not
warranted.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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