Yesterday evening, the girls decided to go out for a walk and headed out past the barn.

They found this, among the trees.

A squashed kettle.

Among the trees.

I have questions.

How did it get squished like this?

And why was it out there to get squished, in the first place?

When I was a kid, we had a large pig pen beyond the barn and, after that, there was a large manure pile. Past that was trees. Just trees. Nothing where someone might set up a kettle, then mysteriously leave it there to be crushed.

The girls have set it with my “art display” of other found objects. :-D

Ah, the things we find! :-D

The Re-Farmer