I know we've all joked around about falling down in the run and being eaten by a pack of hungry (just having eaten 2 minutes ago... they're starving!) chickens. I came home from work today to this: Now, those girls love to dig. They're building foxholes for WWIII, or digging to China while I'm at work, something, anything to keep them entertained... and they've unearthed some pretty weird stuff. To date the strangest thing was a plastic crab and some pottery shards, but today's "find" takes the cake. (and no, for those of you reporting me to the police department... it's not human).