This trailer was full of branches and sticks that had been haphazardly thrown inside. It seems that someone makes baseball bats, or was at least experimenting.This was our ride around town. It's a beautiful BMW and it is such a smooth ride; a far cry from the Harley. If I drank milk and ice cream before riding the Harley, I could make a milkshake. I don't have a helmet of my own, so I had to borrow my brother's old one. His head was definitely skinnier than mine. The helmet worked fine, but it was a little snug. Let's put it this way, I had fish face the whole time.
Off to another location! This historical site showcases an early American "iron plantation." The machinery is incredible.
This picture is for Esther because I thought she would like to see a horse-drawn cart with some orange on it. It makes me wonder if this is period-appropriate paint. Were they big fans of orange back in 1771?
My dad and I were surprised to find that this is a full blown historical site. We were even more surprised to find a visitor's center and 3 park rangers on duty. We have lived near this our whole lives, but I have never been and my dad hadn't been there since he was young. It was very interesting, but since it was almost closing time, we weren't able to stay long.
Do all historical sites have chickens clawing through horse poo for dinner? Hmm, do I need to censor this photo? Nah, it looks just like dirt. Yeah, just dirt. Nothing to see here, folks.
At first, I thought these two guys were roosters because of their unusual color. After some careful Google searching, I have discovered they are Plymouth Rock chickens; whether they are guys or gals, I'll never know. Feel free to enlighten me with your chicken knowledge.
I get the impression that they are a little snobby.
This guy was my favorite. He is huge and his legs are like tree trunks. You can't see it in this photo, but when I took this he was getting his butt scratched by another visitor. I was hoping to get some better shots, but this guy was in butt-scratching heaven and wasn't going anywhere.
Look at those seriously big feet. I know it's hard to tell in this picture because there is nothing to compare them to, but take my word for it, those are big honkin feet.
Since I only took a picture of 1/2 of this guys feet, this is probably a photography no-no. They always say you don't want to cut people in weird places. Cutting off half of his appendages may put this photo into that category, but it also make my imagination start spinning. When I see this photo, I like imagine that these feet belong to a very intriguing human and it makes me laugh. It's sort of like how I imagine things living in Charlie's beard.
An imagination is a terrible thing to waste.