The chicken yard was on the south side of the yard, also the woodpile and chopping block (used to chop wood and chicken’s heads off). We would gather kindling, and carry in split wood with the red wagon. Daddy would split the wood just the right size to fit in the wood burning kitchen stove.
The west pasture land was full of rocks and goat weeds. We had to help pick up rocks for days and put them in piles. The goat weeds were terrible and we had to pull them for days and days. One day we were pulling and Lolly felt dizzy so she got to stop. It was very hot and she may have had too much sun. Another time in that field, she got bitten by a scorpion. It was under some rocks and boards that she was working around.