In addition to Nevermore, the raven corpse still mouldering in his bucket of enzyme detergent (weather is yet to warm up enough for action), I now have a poor unfortunate brushtail possum - victim of a close encounter with a vehicle, not mine - processing in the yard. He is a big boy, I always forget just how large brushtails can be. I shall add possy's bones to the sole item in my bone collection so far, my ringtail possum skull. Who knows what will grow out this?
I'm 48, female, just finished a two year course in Visual Arts, and am now back in the market for a job (boo!). I worked in the library field for the better part of three decades and two years ago took the plunge from a job that made me unhappy to go back to school. I've loved every moment of it and as soon as I have enough money to tide me over being a poverty stricken student I'm going back for more!