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?