It's cull time again here. The freezer will be full again soon, I'm so excited! My poor puppers have been so abused, having to eat [gasp] grocery store bones. Except when a friend culled some sheep from her flock and we got the heads, and some chickens we got from another friend.
It's perfect timing for Ted, who has reached that crazy teething stage where he wants to gnaw woodwork. I'll save the larger bones for him, though Ben usually gets them.
I just wanted to share my joy. I love spring. New lambs arriving, and old sheep leaving.
The circle of life . . . OK, no singing.