This morning was so gorgeous, warm and sunny so I took the washing out to the garden to peg on the line and there was this dead rat! Sparta had been hunting again. Normally I forget that I’m a feminist and scream for Husb, but I gritted my teeth and fetched my sketchbook. I’m an artist, I should be prepared to draw whatever life puts my way. I felt sorry for the poor thing. It was only a young rat and looked as if it was sunbathing in the grass, apart from the flies that were bothering it. Then little Ming scampered over and started playing with it. EEEEWWWW!!! Then I started yelling for Husb.
I hope you finished hanging out the washing first! Chores then draws!
Yeah and nearly stepped on the darn thing!
You should check out my good friend Carol Chapel’s work. She does lots of drawings of dead critters. (www.carolchapel.com) Sometimes it’s nice to have a critter not fidget a bunch. And no, she doesn’t kill them. They often have been dead for weeks or months. 🙂
ooh I’ll look her up 🙂