'Onest 'Osifer-we's in the back seat sangin

You know,
sometimes it just figures.

butch and the critters are still waging war.  dead-eye butch shoots pellets at them, and every now and then, they jump and let him think that he's shot them.  he has nailed a couple of them.  our roster now includes, dead tail, the squirrel who no longer has control over his tail; 3-leg, dead tails brother, who now suffers a limp, several big bunnies that have eaten almost all the sunflower farm that butch planted, and lucky, the little groundhog that butch shot as he was trying to get a drink out of our little birdbath (lucky was drinking, not butch)
so,
i was around front where we have some boxwoods planted and found the skeleton remains of some unfortunate critter that decided to croak in my front flower bed.  gee, thanks
so i got butch out with a shovel to scoop it up (what, you thought i'd be able to do it-HA) and the plan was to take it across the road and give it a pitch.  (oh, stop it's a field, it's not like we didn't like a neighbor)  you know us, we're standing there in the driveway, continuing our debate on what it actually was, i went with rabbit-it had no tail, he was arguing squirrel-cause he just knew he'd hit one good.  when a car blasts in the drive.  we both look up from the shovel debate, and it's a big ole gold car, and the dude driving says "hello folks, just how's it going?"  this was the point that i realized the car was a crown vic, and the driver had a crew cut and state police patch on his shoulder.

oh, shit- i swear we did not kill it, we just found it this way!!!!

i couldn't figure out how they knew so fast.  the baracks is 30 minutes away on a good day, and we had not been having our little debate that long.
we then tried to explain to the nice state police trooper, that we'd found this in our flower bed, and you know how when you're talking to a nice state police trooper that it seems like you begin confessing everything you know?  well, that was the two of us.  butch, of course, had to take the shovel over and just make the nice state police troopers day by showing him our discovery. 
yes, we're goobies.
all the man was doing was turning around in our drive so he could go hide behind the hedge row and pick up some speeders.  i think he was just as surprised by whipping in the drive and having the two of us standing there as we were by him. we told him he could use our drive anytime if it meant he'd stop some of the cars blasting down the pike.
i actually think we may have scared him a little....nah, probably not.