It wasn't a unicorn horn.
But I do have one of those K and if you'd like to have it just let me know. Here
's a picture of my unicorn horn with my very handy helpers. They are making sure that the horn is not going anywhere. These guys are very good at that sort of thing. If you look closely you can see that they even have extra toes just for hanging on tight!Of course there are other sorts of unicorn horns in the world. As I'm sure you know "uni" on the front of any word means "one" like in unicycle, or unique, or universe. So there are several kinds of unicorns on our big blue planet. There are narwhals,
and rhinocerous, and even this guy (oh my!). But no, I did not win a unicorn horn.Now where was I?...Oh yes, your guesses.
You guessed...
1. A shell.
2. Fossil
3. Crab dinner.
I do love shells of all sorts. But I did not win a shell this time. This picture is of a Moon Snail shell held by your Cousin Skippy that we found on the beach a couple of years ago. We gathered several on that day. Would you like one of these?
As for a fossil well, we've got this one in the family...and we already share him.
And sadly, while a crab dinner sounds like just about the best meal ever for me, I did not win a crab dinner. In fact, all I pulled up in the crab traps were, well, these things...
Starfish like crab bait too it seems.So by now you're thinking, "Come on Aunt Shelly, what did you win?"
Are you sitting down? Because this is the most fabulous prize ever! It's bigger than a bread box, has to do with animals, and it's something I've been wanting for several years...Are you ready?
Really?
OK now!
I won......
Poop!
Yep, that is a wagon of elephant poop!
The Woodland Park Zoo is just down the street from where I live and every year they have a contest where you send in a postcard and if you win you can come and collect a bunch of Zoo Doo for your garden. They call this contest their Fecal Fest (which is just fun to say)!
So here's some pictures from my morning of collecting poop for my garden.
Here's the sign telling us where to go.
My folks helped out by driving their big car so we could fit the garbage cans of zoo doo into the back.
We we got there we drove past mountains of poop in various stages of transformation. Some were much, well, fresher than others.
Overseeing the Fecal Fest are various gnomes. Evidently gnomes are not only into world travel but they enjoy
hanging out in piles of poop. Or perhaps they just like to warm their feet. See the steam rising off that pile?Here's me shoveling, well, poop. My Dad did most of the actual "dirty" work. So he was the Dad of Dung for the morning.
And this picture is of me and the Prince of Poop, the Doctor of Doo, the Emperor of Excrement, the Maestro of Manure doing the American Gothic pose (only I can't keep a straight face). He's the guy who runs the Zoo Doo project and is in charge of collecting all the poop from all over the zoo and composting it.
And finally, here's the receipt for my load of poop.
And no that's not what you think there D & T--we run a clean blog here! B.S. stands for Bed Spread. The compost I got was made from the used bedding like straw and wood chips, mixed with poop and leftover food for the animals all composted into a rich soil that I used to mulch my flower beds with.
So, I'm the happy winner of two garbage cans of rich composted Zoo Doo to spread around my shady new garden. Now I just have to wait for the rains to stop. So yep, I'm as happy as the proverbial pig (ask your Mom and Dad just what the proverbial pig is).
So, that is what I won. Do you want some? I'll be happy to share! Really!
Love,
Aunt Shelly
P.S. This is one of the few times you get to say poop and it's ok! So go ahead and say it! Because that's just the sort of thing Aunts are for!
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