Sunday, October 27, 2013

Once upon a time I was not excited to find dead things. Then I had children.

Today we went lichen picking.  Which isn't dissimilar from berry picking -- another activity we've done frequently this year -- except that we won't be using the lichen in jams or crumbles. In fact, we won't be eating those lichens at all. Instead our bounty will be consumed through the winter by a group of captive caribou. Come the spring, they will be returned to the wild after a months spent protected from wolf predation, which is currently decimating the local population.

None of this explains the title of this post, which is a reference to something ELSE I harvested while in the bush. Behold a tiny tomb:




 Creepy, but fascinating.

And this is why only assholes litter.

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If you're local and want to help with the caribou project, send me an email and I'll share the contact details. 

2 comments:

  1. Fascinating, but confusing. What exactly is in the jar?

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    1. Something vermon-y. A mouse? A rat? A vole? Some creature that managed to crawl into the pop bottle, but couldn't find purchase to crawl back out.

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