Unloved

Friends in the village are away at present and we are helping by checking post, plants and apples.  While Mrs B was doing the plants I wandered outside and spotted this unloved child's toy on an equally unloved bench in the garden.  

You can just about see the field beyond which lies at the end of the garden of this large cottage.  A few weeks ago Mrs B found a dead fox in the garden and I was required to move it.  I did so and placed it in the field where I reckoned Mother Nature would do her bit with the corpse.  The fox's body was in beautiful condition and I couldn't see what had caused its death; I felt rather sad leaving it out in the cold . . .