"The good is often interred with their bones.."

Life is finite and infinite in equal measure. When I found this last remnant of the stag after much searching by both the hound and I this morning, I was reminded of Shakespeare: "The evil that men do..." and the part about the good being buried with their bones. The good we do is not always how we are thought of. As an aside, I was intrigued that the head of the stag was left intact until the very, very end: it was the last piece to be consumed.

Photo copyright SvD.