My bucket’s got a hole in it
I found this old bucket in a Gold King Mine back lot. For those of you who haven’t been to Jerome, the Gold King Mine is a three-acre graveyard for all things mechanical: old ice cream wagons, belt-driven band saws, trucks and cars and tractors that are slowly melting back into the environment, one rust chip at a time.
What fascinated me about this arrangement, attached to a working windmill by that pipe you see, was the fence down the middle of the bucket. It provides much-needed water to two critter enclosures, neatly dividing the water between them, share and share alike. And the burros seem to like it just fine that way!
To love and be loved is to feel the sun
from both sides.
Thrifty rancher. Only had to use one bucket. 🙂
Pretty photo. Glad you explained it, though, because I couldn’t figure out why it was sitting in the middle of a fence!