Visiting the great hunters of the woods
„Carcass“. A word that usually does not belong to the vocabulary of my winter walks. Well, today it is not about a usual winter walk. But about a small, fine and genuine expedition tour.
In the shady valley, we were standing knee-deep in the snow. Ahead of us the last remnants of an otherwise fairly fresh appearing roe deer carcass. Only the head, the slightly twisted spine and the two hind legs are left. Clear paw prints of several lynxes surround the carcass. In the previous evening they must have enjoyed a veritable feast here. They didn’t get it from the grocery store. But of course hunted it themselves.
