Well we've been plugging away at it all; we burned another pile of stuff last week, this time from the last part of that pile of wood. We've sorted some more tires to get out of here, hopefully this time really actually the last of the damned things, and are working to get a car taken out sometime very soon. I didn't get any pictures, though, as things are in-between and what with everything pulled out to sort it actually looks rather worse at the moment.
We spent some time tonight over in the shop. I know, that would not seem to be part of the area we picked for the March project; but given the inextricably tangled nature of the bits and stuff here, things need to be shuffled there before other things can be shuffled somewhere else, which, yes, is rather a pain, but it is part of the progress.
And in going through stuff in the shop (why yes, we filled some more bins for scrap, of course of course!) we found these mystery items:
The bigger two are like four inches in diameter for the round part (maybe seven or eight inches altogether including the spiky thing) and are made of some kind of metal. They hinge open a bit. Tara's best guess is that maybe they are some kind of spurs, for riding a horse? If so they're a particularly nasty kind for the poor horse, and I'd also think there'd be more straps, or places to attach straps.
I mean not that my father ever got anywhere near a horse, as far as I know. Though he always hated cows, or would at least rant about them on occasion. But the lack of horse experience, of course, means nothing at all about why he had them, or why he would have saved them. There is as ever no reason.