How long does it take for a head to decompose?

You should have just left the title.

Priceless.

You might be right.

HOLYMARYMOTHEROFGOD!!

YOU KILLED THE TIN MAN?!

If you'd only taken out your oil can you'd have learned he wasn't looking for your still.

Only a heart.

The poor dear.

I would think about four years would be right. That's how long it took for Marie Antoinette.

I accidentally dug up a horse's head once. It was there for three years and it was just skull and mane.

How was the mane attached?

Attach a handle to the skull and turn it into a mug and drink the damn moonshine out of it.

Or turn it into a bong and smoke your weed out of it.

Can't say I studied the thing, but the hair just kind of lying over the bone with a little patch of what might have been hide here and there. Mr. Gotti made me cover it back up quick.

I found a dog skull once (and kept it for a while), but I dunno how long it'd been dead.

Did you put your weed in it?

Me? Nope, I left the dirt inside it. No room.

Getting back to the business of littlek and GreenWitch finding skulls:

I was walking with my dog in the woods a few years back and all of a sudden my dog starts barking like crazy and takes off racing across the surface of a fallen tree. He ran to the end of the tree, the root part, and started growling like crazy.

I ran after him and there was the recently deceased body of a coyote.

I came back at the end of the summer and retrieved the skull.

If I turn and look to my left I see my copy of Robert Penn Warren's classic "Who Speaks For The Negro" with the coyote skull resting comfortably on top.

We have a deer skull.

Found it already skullified, so no advice.

Sounds like 2-3 years?

You're always trying to one-up me, soz.

Last year I was walking our dogs in the woods and our big bulldog obviously had something in her mouth that the other dog's wanted. I told her to drop it, thinking it was bear poop. She hesitated and looked at me with a challenge in her eye, but I gave her my Nazi commandant voice and she dropped it. I went over to see what it was and almost puked - it was the head of a cat. Not a decomposed skull, unfortunately. My husband thought it was the dinner remains of a bard owl or a fischer. I guess I have a knack for finding animal heads.

I was going to go back for a raccoon skull (there was one big-@ss raccoon decomposing in one of my hiking areas, but everytime we went back, the bones were more dispersed and the flesh not that much more decomposed. The skull was gone before it was just bone.

I love your stories, Greenwitch. They are so uplifting.

I have a knack for finding gross stuff. I have lots of pictures of dead things. And some weird dead things at that.

Who else besides littlek could construct a sentence in such a fashion?