I didn't tell you this story when it happened a few weeks ago. It's a bit gruesome, so be prepared. You know how I hate to see fly tipping, that's rubbish dumped anywhere where it shouldn't be. I look in the bags to check that it isn't puppies or kittens, or any other live animals, just in case I can save them. I also look for anything that could be useful to someone else, I have been known to take things home with me, or go back later in my car to pick something up if it is too heavy to carry.
I spotted two black bin bags half hidden behind a tree on the edge of the wood. I opened the top of one of them, it wasn't tied very tightly. The putrid smell coming from it hit me as I tried to work out what was inside. At first glance it looked like a dead animal, perhaps a large dog. I have a photograph, I won't put it on here.
I tried to open the second bag but it was double bagged and I didn't want to get too close, so I gave up, presuming that the contents would be the same as the first one. Luckily I had gloves on. When I got home I reported what I found. Council workers went to pick them up.
It turns out they were dead sheep. That's all I was told. The police were informed. Although the bags were heavy I think it was just the fleece and possibly the head and legs that were left. They had possibly been butchered for meat.
It was horrible to find them, but I am not surprised. Were they stolen live from a field and taken elsewhere for slaughter, or were they killed in the field?
Everything is at risk of theft these days. All I can say is that the moral fibre of the human race is in decline. There has always been an element of crime, most of it we don't get to hear about, but now we have the internet it appears to be accelerating.
I think I might go out today, if I can get my arse into gear. Thanks for popping in.
Toodle pip. ilona