A weird omen this morning. A turkey carcass on the MUP, clearly a gruesome kill from the dawn hours. Still gory, not picked by the vultures yet. I'm not informed enough to tell if it was coyotes or a cougar. Those seem most likely but we also have eagles and bobcats, who knows? You could see its leg bones, you could see the trail of blood smears where it was dragged across the MUP. And... an egg. An intact egg that had not been eaten, sitting right in its guts. So strange.
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Genesis 49:16-17
"Well, well!" said Holmes, impatiently. "A good cyclist does not need a high road. The moor is intersected with paths and the moon is at the full."