Before the crows could get him I took his little body and buried it. This meant not only digging a hole, but collecting a quarry's worth of rocks to put on the grave to prevent it from being disturbed. Hazel loved the ride to the rock pile.
And then the trouble started.
Hazel did not want anything but herself in the wheelbarrow.
Finally the job was done and we can all start to move on, a very sad time for us all, and many tears shed, hopefully next year we can do better and Azzura will have a new cria.