Day 2 *Stonehenge* or *All Y'uns Critters KEEP OUT!*

Homeowners with basements won't recognize this annomaly. I had never seen one until we moved to this home. This Stonehenge configuration is all that lies between our home and a *mama-to-be* skunk, once she chooses ours crawlspace as her future family's safe haven. Therefore, Stonehenge must never be allowed to fall, or to be left open after workmen emerge from the depths of the crawlspace. Mama-to-be skunks are nothing if not tenacious. If they can't budge the door after the first entire night of relentless trying, they return to scratch, scratch, scratch all night, every night until they succeed in gaining entry.

Don't ask me how I know that.

Day 1 *Reveling In Rubble* or *Saying Goodbye To Our Old Shed*

It was a dilapidated shed, built on a brick floor. The previous owners said to be careful in it because they saw copperheads in the corner. I never did, but they were probably hiding under our pallets of hay. It was the shed where our Collie, Tom, got his first oppossum last fall. It didn't have a door, so any manner of critter could be in there, and paper wasps dominated it every summer. Still, it kept a few bales of hay and all of our garden tools out of the rain. The plan is to replace it with a shed with a door. For now, I'm kind of enjoying the view of the pasture sans shed.