Robin found it in a local river bed. It’s still fairly sharp and surprisingly light and well balanced. I have no idea if it is a real Native American artifact or not. For the stories of the past we like to entertain considering its origin, I hope the person who crafted it paused a minute to think of the stories of the future and who would find it. I hope some of the stuff I leave behind make a little boy’s day some time.
There’s so much harvesting to do in the Fall. Nicole dug up a ton of potatoes while I was making cider.
Then I walked past the orchard and saw a whole bunch of hazelnuts ready to be picked, crap, I don’t even know what to do with them.
I’ll just grab a basket and figure it out later.
There’s a couple of baby coyotes hanging out all the time on the upper field. They take off whenever we show up.
Not to ruin a happy baby story, I think they are abandoned, have mange, and I’ve only seen one of them for the last few days :|.
It’s a bummer they’re having a hard time, I’ve rarely seen coyotes even though we hear them all the time, and I was happy to have a few encounters.