Our Best Friend loves snow. The Middle Child took him out the other day, and he started digging frantically under the hedge between us and the neighbours. Thinking it was a ball buried under the snow, TMC helped, pushing the snow with her mittens. The next thing she knew, OBF had a frozen dead squirrel in his mouth. Horrified, she made him drop it somehow, and brought him in immediately. She was clearly traumatised, but, to her credit, held it together.
I gave her a big hug, and we talked about life and death and how excited OBF must have been to catch a squirrel at long last. The critter lay in the yard until I had a chance to go out this morning and bury it on the hill. The ground is too frozen for a proper burial, so it’s under a layer of snow. We may see it again in the spring– but I hope I see it first, and get it under the earth before the kids are traumatised a second time.