The Beasts are in fine form today, noses to the ground, searching for the inevitable rock. I’ve begged and pleaded with them to chew something up instead, but they’re not listening.
Our yard must sit above a metamorphic hot spot that continually channels rocks to the upper crust. There’s no end to the Beasts’ quest…if this continues, we’ll be piling rocks in the driveway, complete with a “Free” sign. I suppose there’s a CC&R addendum prohibiting visible generosity or, in our case, a desperate desire to unload a few rocks.