I don’t recall ever naming it, but it was a presence in our home for quite awhile.
During one of our visits to Happy Holler, when my human son ventured to frolic in the great outdoors with the seven Donkin kids, an assortment of snakes, and a shotgun, we ended up taking home a steer skull. Rather fascinating, actually. (Reportedly, it had been discovered in a pasture and subsequently cleaned and bleached, so it was fairly attractive as steer skulls go.)
For awhile it lived in my son’s room, and it did a brief stint as part of a Halloween haunted house. My son had put jello inside the skull so that visitors could, in the dark, feel the gooshy insides.
And the skull made its way onstage when the theatre did a production of The Night Hank Williams Died and needed western decor. We like to think it was a significant factor in the Chanticleer award given to my friend John for best props that year!
Next stop was the local middle school where the skull took up residence in Mrs. Cook’s science class amongst an impressive collection of like items. My son maintained bragging rights, of course. And later on three grandsons were able to do the same as the skull moved on to the new science teacher’s room.
Oddly, I rather miss that steer skull. But we were able to have visitation during Open House!