dready ‘the oil drum’ – image

in the places of my life oil drums are/were a thing, eh; I’ve lifted many a full one into the truck to service equipment in the field.

old oil drums had other lives … leave the lid on and add a hand pump and you carried diesel out to the pastures or the road works to fill tractors and trucks and dozers and water pumps and generators …

un-crimp lid, take it off and they were used as garbage cans …

cut just the bottom off and they were used to soak tractor parts in fuel to clean them or keep them from rusting up … there always seemed to be a gear of a crank shaft soaking in the works yards and garages, waiting … waiting …

length ways, if you cut them, they were feed troughs for working horses and the sheep in their pen …

the cows, the cows they ate grass; well, not the dairy ones, the dairy cows ate grass and they got feed and supplements in troughs when they came to the parlour morning and afternoon …

cut in half and hinged they became barbeques on which you could cook up some pan chicken/jerk chicken … memories of pan chicken are making my mouth water.

life …