Ripping yarns, beautiful lies and a few home truths.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Seen a pig
There goes (off) the neighborhood ...
Looking at the tyre marks, someone had taken to the gutter of the road to hit it. A few days later the crows had a go and the carcass was getting ripe. By Thursday its lower jaw was a mere mess of flesh where someone had cut out the pig's tusks. On Sunday, a huge wedgetail eagle feasted on the pig, rising straight up into the air as I drove towards it.