Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle, we hardly knew ye!Growing up in Texas, one becomes accustomed to seeing all sorts of critters dead on the highway: skunks, armadillos, possums, snakes, cats and dogs, slow-moving Democrats — you name it. But this afternoon in Beynes, I happened across a new kind of roadkill, right in front of my house.
Not knowing what else to do with a dead hedgehog, I took its picture, and as an honest disciple of Emile Zola and his literary naturalism, I present you with this image of life as it is in contemporary France.
Now I know what's been digging holes in my garden. (And aren't you glad I've got this spiffy new camera?)
Not knowing what else to do with a dead hedgehog, I took its picture, and as an honest disciple of Emile Zola and his literary naturalism, I present you with this image of life as it is in contemporary France.
Now I know what's been digging holes in my garden. (And aren't you glad I've got this spiffy new camera?)