I've no idea why this leg of lamb, wrapped up and all the way form New Zealand, ended up resting on the grass behind the office. Apparently these things cost a lot of money, I have no idea, I haven't eaten lamb since before The Darling Buds of May* was on TV and don't recall ever having bought any.
It is no surprise that a meat thing should be so pricey, this one was the size of a small car. And while it lay in the blazing sun it was picking up a few passengers keen to make use of a mass of free protein.
When I returned to dispose of it later it was gone.
Taken by a fox? - Surely too large for that.
Taken by one of the late night garden revellers who leave their detritus? - If they like their meat 'ripe' then perhaps, but surely not.
Taken by the carnivorous grass? - This is obviously what happened, the earth absorbed it and next week the bone will be regurgitated and wrapped in the shredded plastic like a land-based owl pellet.
* This is purely here as a navigational aid to indicate the year as roughly 1990/91.
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