Walking home from the Historic Columbia Cemetery

Our route to the cemetery was fraught with peril due to a lack of sidewalks, high speed traffic and blackberry brambles on both sides of the road. We took a longer, alternate route home. And we encountered a chicken!

And not only a chicken, but two cats too. One of them immediately ran off, the other stayed to check us out.

The chicken was the first to investigate.

But the cat couldn't let a bird outdo him.

She wandered over to say hi. I fretted for her safety, as she looked rather pregnant. Matt, schooled in the world of feral cats since we adopted Antares, pointed out that her ear was clipped, indicating she had been fixed.

We figured both cats, and the chicken, were being fed by the people at the junkyard.

We also saw this air conditioned truck.

And some heavy equipment and logs.