A Box of Bones and other gifts
Through the years I have "trained" my family and friends, letting them know if they want to win my heart, save me any expired beetles, teeth, nests, bones or anything else you come across that once lived a wild and free life. I am happiest surrounded by these leftovers. A bear skull shares space atop my mantle with an assortment of bird nests, wasp nests, and bleached turtle shells. Hunks of quartz from my former New England home and other rocks perch on tables beside deer jaw bones and vases of found feathers. I even brought a little owl home that I saw wedged in the grill work of a tourist vehicle at the grocery store parking lot. I can only imagine how that happened. He resided in my freezer for few days to allow me some sketching time before I gave him a decent burial in the back yard.
Dostoevsky said: Love animals. God has given them the rudiments of thought and joy untroubled. Do not trouble their joy, do not harass them, do not deprive them of their happiness; do not work against God's intent. Man, do not pride yourself on your superiority to animals; they are without sin.