So THAT’s more than a little…
Yep. So, I went down to the grave to see for myself how things lie. And, well, sure enough, there’s a bit of backbone exposed and a small hole.
If by “a bit”, you mean 38 or 40 inches of vary large vertebrae arching across the edge of a hole and if by “small” you happened to mean “nearly too tight a fit for a pack of coyotes and a murder of crows to comfortable have at a meal together.”
Oh god.
I’m going to have to rent a backhoe again.
No, it’s really not that bad. It’s just that, well, horse parts continue to amaze me with their scale. I mean, REALLY. We have a Clydesdale – her hooves are quite literally as big as my head. And I’ve got a big head, man.
I’m used to seeing those delicate little spines you see in decomposed squirrel carcases or the occasional bird skeleton at the museam – that sort of thing. And then there’s this monstrosity that we’ve created. I loved Bay, I really did. Burying him was just about one of the most awful things I’ve ever had to do.
And now, well, it’s all coming back to me again.
And yeah, I gotta laugh…