Not much of a long weekend.

It was Canadian Easter, a long weekend here. Anna worked all three days (and Monday which is a holiday for banks and liquor stores). I worked Sunday.

Inbetween, I expanded the chicken coop and put a fence to limit the pending puppy's roaming. The coop's not quite finished but the chicks aren't here yet, nevermind wanting adult accomodation. My efforts were impeded by this hen who became possessive of the screws and pecked at me each time I reached for one.

Savage!

Charlie and I went for a walk at the Mono Cliffs. It's pleasant but all a bit regulated, trails with signage, a leash requirement, that sort of thing. Still, it did have dead animal traces to roll in.

Mono is near to here but it's another world, endless little parcels of land with good fences and recreational horses. People in Mono blanket their horses in April, with lightweight blankets no less. Very home counties. They even have garbage pick up and this on a Saturday:

Charlie and I also went for a walk around the old gravel pit, that's not at all regulated. I suppose there's some contradiction in seeing a disused gravel pit as an amenity and a used one as a blight but then consistency, hobgobblin, and all that.

In the gravel pit we came across this.

It looks to be a harrow. Abandoned junk ? Valuable tool parked pending future use? It's hard to tell with farm equipment.

We went deep into the woods behind the pit, just to see what was there. What was there was a mechanical dragon:

There was a label attached, "New Holland Forage Harrow" it said. It didn't seem to be foraging.

Nearby there was something terribly complicated which must once have dealt with seeds:

Better than a museum, the gravel pit, and you can have a beer on your quad over there.