With the feast day of St. Hilda behind us, it's been time to butcher lambs. The first (Oscar) was done today, since his cousin (Willoughby) was too wily. Our neighbor sells the skulls, so we needed to clean Oscar's.

Our neighbor throws her rams' skulls to the chickens, and after my viking wife shamed her ancestors by refusing to assist with the process, we did the same. They have been hiding from it since this morning. Outfaced by dermestids--a sad day for team Vertebrata.