All creatures great and dead
Dec 07, 2020
3 minutes
it was my mother-in-law who noticed it first. “There’s something whiffy coming from behind your pool,” she remarked. So the dog and I went to investigate and there she was – our old ewe, who’d expired in a shady spot behind the pool fence, her fuzzy head pushed up against the clothesline. It was January and, in Hawke’s Bay, we tend to swelter at that time of year. It’s good weather for icy drinks and endless swims. Not so great for 90kg of rapidly decomposing animal.
My husband
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