But I wandered around, picking my way through the death, collecting bones here and there. My dad asked me what I was doing. I looked up at him with my big blue eyes (which have since turned green) and said, quite seriously, "I'm building a sheep."
Saturday, March 6, 2010
oh, darling
When I was just a small girl I lived on a farm, with my dad and my brother. One day we were walking around one of the neighbouring farms and we came across a whole field of dead sheep - sheep bones lay in sun-bleached piles all over the grass, tufts of wool were stuck in barbed wire fences. Most little children would have found this sight shocking.
But I wandered around, picking my way through the death, collecting bones here and there. My dad asked me what I was doing. I looked up at him with my big blue eyes (which have since turned green) and said, quite seriously, "I'm building a sheep."
But I wandered around, picking my way through the death, collecting bones here and there. My dad asked me what I was doing. I looked up at him with my big blue eyes (which have since turned green) and said, quite seriously, "I'm building a sheep."
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When I was 10 years old, I found a cow skull in the field next to our house. I took the cow skull and I washed it and scrubbed it was no longer dirty.
ReplyDeleteThen I ripped out it's teeth so I could keep them.