Here’s some lore about my life 

My uncle was head naturalist at a nature center (preserve) and part of his compensation was a home on the property 

So while I do not live on a nature preserve I grew up roaming on one with my cousin 

We would play in the prairie and pick through owl poop and my older cousin would tell me what the bones were 

Here’s a photo of my uncle’s animal skulls on display at his funeral last year (fuck cancer)

The very last time I saw him before he died he took us out on a walk and showed us how he could mimic an owl call and have them call back

Just curious,  i really need to know how they cleaned the skulls