Old Hammer Head
This is not my hammer.
This is not my head.
This is probably not from in my lifetime.
While walking out in the far south field I found this hammer head that the pigs had dug up by one of the stone walls. They find all sorts of interesting objects and leave them on the surface for me. Lots of rocks which I add to the walls. Sometimes a glass bottle, a man’s boot with the man not in it. Pieces of tractors and agricultural equipment. Old porcelain insulators.
All these items are reminders that this land has history.[1, 2, 3] There used to be an entire village where our land lays across these mountains and the valley. All the houses are gone now except our farm house, which ironically was the first house in the valley and so it is the last.
This hammer is not a style I recognize so I suspect it is quite old. It had a wooden handle at one point but that is long gone. Maybe someone out there knows hammers and recognizes the make and time period when these were used.
Outdoors: 74°F/47°F Sunny, 1/2″ Rain at Night
Tiny Cottage: 66°F/62°F
Daily Spark: Disturb Reality.