Recent headlines in the UK are about bodies being dug up out of a serial killer's yard. They remind me of a recent visit to the Museum of Murdered Birds in Brighton.
Actually, it was the Booth Museum, just up the street from our place at Aussie Matt's. Every time we walked past Erin pointed at the poster for the current display: DEATH. She was determined to see it so we walked over last Sunday. Inside there was a sign that explained the show very succinctly. Here's the "money" quote:
"His (Edward Booth's) parents left him well supplied with money, which he used to fund his passionate interest in birds. Booth's love of birds led him to take an interest in taxidermy - the art of mounting animals in a lifelike manner - which allowed him to fill his house with the specimens he had shot."
I assume Mr. Booth showed "love" for his friends and family differently.
The dead, stuffed birds are in glass display cases, surrounding a room filled with random skeletons. My favorites are
and 
I can't bring myself to say any of the bird displays were "favorites" but this one
brought up a question: did Mr. Booth love the rabbit as much as he loved the eagle?
Our intrepid naturalist had a thing for squirrels, too.
This is just creepy.
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