My firewood – and possibly my hatchet – is a victim of gun violence!

I was cleaning up inside and around the Lair’s woodstove when I saw this odd-looking thing. It apparently flew off while I was splitting kindling…

Pretty sure I know how that happened. In the summer I broke up Ian’s old target stand, which had fallen to pieces under its own astonishing weight (It was originally T’s front porch, and T never made anything with a 2X4 if a 6X6 was available.) I hauled off the debris, then cut up the lumber and added it to my woodpile. Seems some evidence of gun violence has come to light. 😀