Stream of fancy
Isn't it funny how when
I used to go out in the woods with goats, I noticed trees and flowers?
And when I go out in the woods editing a werewolf book, I instead find dinosaur
bones?
(Okay, so I'm pretty
sure this tooth actually started life inside a cow. But for a solid
minute there, I was positive I'd made an archaeological discovery!)
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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True story- in the 70's my dad had some black dirt/peat dug from a low, swampy area in a very dry year to put on our garden done by a guy with a back hoe that was doing work for us. Some bones were dug up.
Dad worked in the English department at a state collage, he took the bones to a friend in archeology- they turned out to be bison bones estimated to be thousands of years old! The swampy area was between two lakes, and it is possible the animal met it's demise breaking through ice.
So Anna, those could have been a woolly mammoth, killed by a pack of Direwolves!