Father’s Day
That “window” is always open. That’s how all the birds get in.
Still a motorcycle parked in the house. This would make a good album cover.
My pops looking into his makeshift chicken coop. It used to be a trailer or something.
One of the more interesting smashed-up vehicles that came with the property.
Webbed windshield
We shot rifles at cans.
Leghorn chickens
My husband Luke shot a .30-06. It kicked. The scope bit his head.
My dad got two cats for mousing. He named them both Darryl. Here, a Darryl falls off the table after trying to eat our ice cream. He was sprayed meanly in the face.