Though to be honest, I dump about a quarter of the dead mice (aggregate; not of each one) into the basement window well instead, and you don't see me posting any pictures of that muck-heap.
This has reminded me of a family for whom I used to babysit. They had two huskies that would kill assorted animals on their acres of property, and then bring the carcasses back home. When the family would vacation, I would check on the dogs. Regularly I would have to deal with dead groundhogs, raccoons, rabbits and other such creatures. But because the property was wild woodlands, I could just toss the dead animals off the side of the deck into the deep brush. Never a smell either. I never figured out how that worked.
So I think my "bluebells" are the (sadly, out of focus and blurry as all get-out) blue flowers in the background of this picture. Damned if I know what they are.
This is just gorgeous. You have a green thumb, indeedy. Every garden needs fertilizer...must look into your brand, 'cause it seems to be working for you!
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Also: bwahaha! Eww.
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Also: thank you! Yup.
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Maybe instead of going "ick, ick, ick" when my cat drags in dead mice, I should start heaving them into my flower beds!
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Though to be honest, I dump about a quarter of the dead mice (aggregate; not of each one) into the basement window well instead, and you don't see me posting any pictures of that muck-heap.
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. . . nothing shocking or earth-shattering or mysterious -- just that things would eat them.
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Shit. I wonder what it's actually called, the flower that I've been referring to as "bluebells" this whole time.
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Every garden needs fertilizer...must look into your brand, 'cause it seems to be working for you!
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