One of the many things that our kids love about living on the farm is that we have space. Lots of space. When the weather is nice they spend all their free time outside, creating imaginary worlds for themselves. They stick their head in to tell me that they are off over the creek or going to the long paddock, or the ram paddock (all our paddocks have unoriginal names), or they are riding their bikes down to the big red rock (which is neither that big, nor red).
They return with the treasures they have found out in the paddocks, and detritus of well over 100 years of farming, and build their elaborate cubby in the back corner of the house yard. Old planks of wood, bits of corrugated iron, and branches of dead trees are all dragged back.
Their current treasures of choice are sheep skulls and bones. Bones that have been bleached white and smooth with the passing of time. They are collected up, brought back to the cubby, and displayed with pride.
Do your kids collect anything unusual?