Mark shucks oysters far down the hill near the marsh edge. This is by my request because those things stink pretty bad after a few days. I was not about to have the stench filtering into the Little Bayou House. He is good with it as long as I ply him with mugs of hot coffee during his cold and often rainy job. Since he gets a few sacks of oysters every couple of month, the shells have plenty of time to dry before he adds to the pile. For a few days, however, that part of the property smells awful! Some critters do not seem to think the stench is bad but I do.
On a recent hike, I noticed something odd hanging in a cluster of vines in one of the oak trees. Imagine my surprise when I found that the oddity was actually a couple of oyster shells about twenty feet off the ground! The tree is not far from the shell pile but, still, something was amiss. What in the world???
As near as I can figure, a raccoon must have thought the shells contained tasty tidbits so it toted them up the tree. Once it had licked them clean, the coon dropped the shells and they became ensnared. What a tale I could conjure to tell unsuspecting folks! "Yes, this is our oyster tree. We try to pick most of the oysters when they ripen but this year, Hurricane Zeta knocked them all to the ground. You can see all the bad shells right there on that pile and there are the only two left in the tree." Oyster tree! Yep, sounds like it might make a good tall tale!
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