A short tale of heads, memory, and virtual farms. I was hanging the laundry to dry outside on a sunny morning, and there it was: a headless field mouse resting on the lawn. Then I remembered the camera had caught a dry-heaving cat the previous night. A domestic, well-fed cat with outside access is probably not that interested in eating its prey. In fact, my husband found the mouse’s head elsewhere in the garden a few days later. What a grim end for the poor little thing. --- I finished read...
