ramshackle

While the ninja girl and I were on an errand yesterday, this goat climbed up onto something in the center of its little prison and called to us with sad-sounding mews. We wished we could take it home with us.

In front of it, empty soda bottles lie collapsed around a traffic cone, on top of which are two inverted plastic cups.



Over on a ways is a discarded Christmas tree, a chair, and baby stroller, and other stuff.



It is one of B-town's more Winter Bone-like corners.