Seashells at The Keep


A friend says it’s pack rats.

A cousin claims it’s Big Foot.

Whatever or whoever the cause, we find perfect seashells in places where a seashell should not be.

In the alpaca midden (a polite word for you-know-what).

In the rabbitry.

On the orchard path.

Cue the Twilight Zone music as you check out the photos.




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