It was the eight tires lying on their side in the middle of the fallow field that caught my attention. I traveled this stretch of road on a daily basis and, unless the property had changed hands overnight, there was no junk yard there.
Yet a junk yard is just what it appeared to be when I spotted the piles of metal spread across the field.
Then I realized the farm's irrigation system had been dismantled. The metal was actually carefully organized piles of steel struts and six inch pipe - like a giant erector set waiting to be returned to the box.
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