There are no knick knacks or trinkets around my house.
I don't display dishes or figurines, nor do I collect things.
Along my window sill are rocks, shells and beach glass. On every table top, dresser and book shelf are skulls, jaw bones, spinal cords, hooves and antlers from some wild animal. Vases and jars are stuffed with owl, raven, hawk, jay, woodpecker and turkey feathers I've found while hiking this land.
And I have a thing for owl pellets. I don't have them on display really. But, they are inside wooden boxes here and there, stashed in drawers, tucked inside a piece of driftwood or occasionally one will appear on the sill alongside a special pinecone.
Well what do you know. I do collect things!
Yesterday morning, I poured myself a lovely cup of coffee and got busy studying an owl pellet. I read about some biology classes that dissect pellets. It's better than frogs! When I was in eighth grade, I did not enjoy dissecting frogs. Not one bit. I realize that this project is popular with children's amateur naturalist classes, but I really wanted to see what "my" great horned owl has been nibbling on.
It's no surprise that my detective work resulted in finding quills and bones from small birds and rodents. All those remains tightly packed in with fur and feathers. It's quite interesting, really. Don't you think?