Woodshed Skull

Every time I trundle down to the woodshed to freshen our supply on the porch, I always say hi to my little friend. That's all that remains of him or her. There were a few other bone fragments and some fur, but nothing else. The varmints had cleaned up.

So what was it? A small dog is my best guess. Seems too big for a cat. Could have been a young coyote. Most likely coyotes got it, whatever it was. They're thick around our place.

Whatever it was, it greets me every day on my firewood journey. Never says much. Just seems to smile a little. A silent little friend watching over our supply of wood.

I try to imagine what it sees out there when I'm not around.