My neighbors J&H have been away all week, leaving me to take care of things around their house. And this morning while attempting to keep Comet the Colt from making a break through the open gate to the grass he’s been pining for on the other side, I formulated Murphy’s Law of Animal Husbandry (©2013, TUAK) which states, “Anything a horse can do to screw up your morning, it will.”
And speaking of Uncle Murphy, I’ve had a couple of tread punctures in the Jeep’s rapidly-thinning tires over the past month or so, and I thought it might have something to do with all those pallets I cut up for firewood. So before J left I asked if I could borrow his big pick-up magnet. Finally remembered to do that this morning, and dragged it over my driveway. I figured the tedious exercise would be worthwhile if I found one or two nails.
I found one or two nails, right away. And then I found…
What can I say?
The screws are what really tear up a tire. I am very careful to stay on the road and away from the shoulders here… they are simply FULL of nails, screws and assorted other shreds of metal. A nasty large screw put a big hole in a perfectly good tire that way when I first came here.