The minute I laid eyes on him, I knew he was coming home with me.
Below is his before photo. He had been hanging out in a Southern Iowa barn. Looking a little gritty and weathered.
Like he had been exposed to way too many winters. A little elbow grease, bleach, black eyeliner and some turquoise shadow would do him proud.
I lived through the 80’s – so I am familiar with bright turquoise eyeshadow.
I knew I had to have him… I love a good project!
One problemo, I was with my bestie…. The one who can’t stand the sight of a dead animal.
The one who clutches at her heart with a deep sigh anytime she sees a flattened opossum on the road.
I have tried telling her opossums are great at pretending.
But I’ve never convinced her they are just faking their own death… they can look sooooooo believable.
How was she going to react to the idea of this ancient & filthy skull of an ox sharing the ride all the way back to my place?
I understand that the skull of an animal is not for the faint of heart.
Thank goodness she was a good sport and encouraged me to get him.
I think she secretly saw that I was already planning his makeover.
All we know about him is that he is very – very old and 9 out of 9 people agree he is indeed an ox.
I can’t remember the last ox I saw… anywhere.
The only oxen I have ever seen were pulling carts somewhere in the Serengeti on the National Geographic channel. Or in old western movies with the parade of wagons headed for the gold rush.
So how did he end up in a barn in Southern Iowa?
Maybe he was part of a team that pulled a family of pioneers in a Conestoga wagon heading for the Wild Wild West with dreams of striking gold…
but because of blizzard conditions, they only made it as far as Iowa.
After riding halfway across the country in a wagon, homesteading on the fertile soil of Iowa might have looked like the better option.
Speculation of whatever he did during his day will be the subject of many future conversations as our guests admire him and all his aged imperfections.
Here he is today, as he proudly adorns his new makeover and keeps watch over the bar at the Lodge.
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