It started a couple of weeks ago. Magnum was back there working on the Great Wall (yes it's still in progress) when he came upon a... thing. An unexpected... thing. It was.... strangely enough... it was... it appeared to be...
a dinner roll?
A fist sized roll like is served warm in a basket at fine dining establishments. Why would such a thing be buried in our hill? Don't tell me the cat is going vegetarian. NEVER!
So we thought that strange enough and just thought maybe the kid next door chucked a dinner roll over the fence. Yeah, that happens.
Then on Tuesday, I was in the backyard with China and I went to take something off the clothesline (yes we have one and use it!). China was snorting around nearby as she does, then goes walking by with... it was a.... she had in her mouth.... yeah, it was a...
a freaking dinner roll!
I thought maybe Magnum just left the one he found for the gophers or whatever and now China had it. So later when he came home, I asked him what he did with that mystery dinner roll he found. He said he'd thrown it away. Well then what the hell dinner roll did China find??
I'm perplexed. We've found soccer balls, tennis balls, and other stray playthings that wind up in the yard, but dinner rolls?
In other intriguing outdoor things, I rounded a corner on the bike path today and was greeted by this road hog of a tree:
So how's your Aspen?