Long before I knew about Georgia O’Keefe’s paintings, I was fascinated with animal skulls. Since moving to this property, I’ve had ample opportunity to see cow skulls, some very old and weathered. It’s been farmed since the late 1880’s so naturally there have been deaths over that time. Often the bones are hidden by long grass, but now at the end of summer, the paddocks have mostly been eaten down, and I’ve finding new things on my walks.
This morning was an example of finding a skull in a place I’ve often been to, a small clumps of mallee trees about 10 mins walk from the cottage. Of course, I had some ‘helpers’ with me, and as usual, they managed to put themselves exactly where I DIDN’T want them to be!