The morning walky is the single guaranteed big one, rain or shine, so as to allow LB to do his eliminatory chores. We were out in the wash, he had assumed the position, and I was leaning on my spear and looking around for cattle when I saw something shiny on the sand upstream.
So when LB was done with his business we went up the wash instead of down, to see what was flashing in the morning sun…
Definitely not mine. The newest human tracks anywhere near the barrette come from a neighbor’s ATV but they’re a few days old and several feet away. If a lady lost it off the ATV she must have thrown it away, and it hasn’t been here long enough for the wind to bury it. The tracks say a cow walked right over it, like it dropped from the cow. Not suggesting that as a possibility.
You never know. People do weird things. Or not so weird: The only other piece of female human regalia I ever found out here was a bra – but that was at least on a seldom-used road. When I was young that would have made perfect sense.