The previous owner of our little house in the desert was one that owned a kiln. We know this because she wired the back room for it. If I did not ever see the heavy duty outlets, I would still know this as I find tons and tons of pottery shards and every now and then an unfired piece.
I smiled when I saw this boot. As crazy it is to find this in an area that we walk on daily and poof today it appears...it is fun to find a cowboy boot. As the wife of a man that wears cowboy boots ALL the time, I feel as though it is a tribute find!
Front side. Bonus for grossing out factor, bird poo on the board. I did not notice that until I uploaded the photos!
Speaking of birds (not their poo), I raked the back yard yesterday and left one pile for today. Those henny penny cluckies moved the pile all about. They do this often, so I suppose they thought I left it for them. I guess I did. Pile removed so now they have moved elsewhere to cause chaos. As I went up the back steps I discovered the chaos in pile much like the previous photo...so I did not begin with poo for this image, but I end with it!
I shall close with my final view of the world before I turn around and enter the farm.