This pile of antlers sits near a house on Inuit road.
There are several dozen caribou here, as well as a muskox skull.
Why would anyone have so many? Is this storage for crafters who will be carving?
This pile of antlers sits near a house on Inuit road.
There are several dozen caribou here, as well as a muskox skull.
Why would anyone have so many? Is this storage for crafters who will be carving?
You know how in the spring the snow melts but some lawns stay white anyway, because of all the cigarette butts people have been throwing all winter? Maybe it’s the same idea here. Though hopefully that’s more than one winter’s worth of antlers.
When I first saw this, I thought of “Asterix” comics, where the jolly fat character Obelix eats wild pigs and always has a pile of bones besides the table. (It’s french but the books are translated into English, look them up!)
I’ve read most of them a few times. I especially like “La Zizanie” et “Asterix chez les Helvetes.”
There were times
When bones of Bisons
Were stacked like mountains
And cod hanged out to dry
By the square mile
Skin and bones
Where are they now?