I was right behind her on the way out the door when Daddy came busting by to go snatch up his pistol. Before I was completely loaded and cocked (I had a few extra cartridges in my apron pocket), Daddy was back and passing us.
He went in and I stood guard, ready to shoot whatever it was if he flushed it through the fencing. We didn't see it at that point, though I did see the grass waving in the next paddock as if a creature was walking along in the high grass.
Daddy set to work chopping down the tall stuff with his bowie knife while I dressed out the dead bird. Her neck was cleanly broken right at the base of the head...but no blood.
On my way back to the house with the bird, I turned and glancing over my shoulder I looked straight into a face with little beady eyes--that actually reminded me of Runty when she thinks she's in trouble. I said, barely above a whisper, "Daddy! There he is!"
Well, the critter slipped back into the paddock Daddy was in and Daddy took to semi-blind shooting into the grass and sent me after a pitchfork. Suffice to say, the "creature" got the short end of the stick:
So...in short order Daddy and I skinned it out. I ended up with a blood splatter on my left leg from when the hide slipped off the head and the carcass (which I was clinging too) necessarily jerked rather violently. I went right to work scraping with the bronze scrapers Daddy has. They work much better than just a pocket knife and the thumb and first finger...
Because we haven't any tanning solution in stock, nor enough salt, I rolled him up and stuck the hide in the freezer until we do. You'll find out about that and the finished look once it happens. :)
While he has a few pitchfork and bullet holes in him, they aren't overly noticeable, so mayhap he'll end up being a collar. :) I would kind of like to know how to save the heads like the ones you see in the old mink stoles. Perhaps next time--if there is a next time.