From my inbox this morning:
“Anne – I need the contact info for your taxidermist. I have a FB friend who needs a stuffed chicken repaired. Really. Christine”
Some gals have interior designers. Others have aestheticians. I have a taxidermist. Really.
Ace came with a dowry of dead animals. Here’s Frank. Frank is a male pheasant who met his demise along the cornfields of South Dakota in the early 70s. (Phoebe photobombed this pic – we’ll get to her in a minute.) As you can see, the taxidermist did a lovely job with this mount. Frank retains his iridescent luster and perky tail feathers some forty years into his stuffed life.
I won’t include a picture of the two ducks. If you ogle Andrew Wyeth’s “Canvasbacks” you’ll get a good idea of what you’re missing. Creepy.
A couple years into our relationship, Ace casually mentioned that it would be fun to acquire an albino squirrel. Your wish is my command, Baby.
Early one Sunday, I headed north on Lexington Parkway. Imagine my surprise and delight when I spotted such a squirrel, freshly killed and not too mushed. (I should clarify, I never delight in the premature death of animals at the hands or wheels of humans.) I pulled over, snagged a plastic bag from the trunk, and scooped up my treasure. Look what I brought home for you, Ace! Roadkill!
This is Virgil. Working with roadkill presents an interesting set of challenges. Unfortunately for Virgil, this particular taxidermist executed a sub-optimal performance. Note the eye placement and the artificial whitening around the mouth.
Thank goodness I found Royce of Willow Taxidermy. After the Virgil experience, I was clearly in the market for a new taxidermist. I stopped in at Royce’s shop on the way to Wisconsin. The man is an artist. I fell in love with Phoebe immediately. Royce told me Phoebe’s story, how he’d found her dead by the side of the road just north of Hinckley.
I bartered for Phoebe. I assisted my friend with a major landscaping project and she procured the dead fox. Awesome!
Matilda the baby raccoon joined the growing menagerie a couple years back, another Lexington Parkway casualty. How can you not brake for a baby coon? Especially one this adorable. I consulted with Royce. He felt she was in reasonable condition for permanent canonization.
Royce is currently working on my chipmunk. Yes, I found a relatively intact roadkill chipmunk! What are the odds?! I’m taking suggestions for names.
And if you need any garden design work done, do let me know. I work for roadkill.
I think that “Pothole” is a suitable moniker for the chipmunk if and when the taxidermist finishes his opus magnum. Dad
Thanks for the suggestion Dad. If you give me another jar of homemade strawberry jam, I’ll consider it more seriously.
Taxidermy – what were the other things you were looking for?, I thought you mentioned that in your blog. I might have a source for you – Maybe.
Ooh – always on the lookout for roadkill beaver, otter, or a good-looking possum. Thanks Brenda!