Charlie was all too willing to help. I can't get him to willingly clear his plate from the table after dinner, but pick up bone shards and pieces of skull from the lawn? So pleased to be of assistance, Mother!
Of course, clearing his dinner plate doesn't result in a coyote skull to play with, so there is that.
Luckily, Jack was mostly otherwise engaged during this chore (by which I mean he was crawling after the cat). This is good, because the contents of that bucket were all too fascinating to him.
Hmmm, which should I pull out to chew on?
Maybe I should have let him take the teeth. Get it? Teeth to chew on? (Just kidding. I didn't even let him touch any of it. Even I have my limits.)
We ended up with approximately two gallons of bone remains. Yum.
Immediately after finishing this necessary but unpleasant cleaning chore, I realized the dogs had gotten into the bucket containing the remains of the most recently butchered rooster, leaving feathers scattered over a large swath of the driveway. I can dump the bones and re-fill the bucket with feathers, I guess. You think Charlie will help with that, too?