Farm Report

One of our new favorite passtimes is trying to figure out what the guy that lives accross the alley is up to.


The most recent concensus was that maybe he's a contractor who does a bit of salvage business on the side. This weekend's events have thrown a new wrinkle into the mystery. He and his pals spent all day Saturday constructing a large crate to attach to the trailor that he keeps in his yard (along with a couple of claw foot tubs, a truck full of random junk, and a tent which is housing some number of unseen treasures). Tonight we heard the unmistakable sound of sheep and lambs bleating. No shit. Sheep and lambs being loaded up into a trailor in a northside Richmond backyard. It's not time for the state fair yet, is it?