Looking out my kitchen window, I saw something white hidden behind the trees at the back of our property. I assumed it was a piece of trash that the wind would soon blow away.
But there it was the next day too. And the day after that. And the day after THAT.
I was forced to investigate.
But what is it doing there??
This property behind us is a rectangle, about 11 acres, with the long side bordering a dozen backyards. We’re about in the middle. There’s one house on the acreage quite a distance away and nobody ever meanders down toward us. It wouldn’t be an easy stroll down the weed-choked hill, nor would it be a particularly interesting place to walk.
There is a horse that lives back there, but I’ve never seen him sit down. Certainly not in a plastic chair. When he’s being trained and/or ridden, it’s not down by our backyard. And there’s never a chair involved.
There are no roads back there and in the 20 years we’ve lived here, I’ve probably seen four people tromp through. It’s not a shortcut to anywhere.
The chair obviously didn’t blow there, because even after the strong winds we had, it was still sitting upright in exactly the same place.
Most of us whose property borders along there have no access from our back fences. Certainly not us or our immediate neighbors.
I find this mysterious chair a tad creepy and disconcerting.
What’s the story, Morning Glory? What’s the word, Hummingbird?