I don't know about you - but my family has a thing for finding things on the road and bringing them home.
I think I get it from my Dad. Hats, utensils, tools (road tools are his favourite), chickens - he's brought them all home.
Yes, I said chickens. When I was a little girl my Dad came home one day with a chicken he found running down the side of the road. She was a Plymouth Rock and looked something like this:
I came home to find her running around our back porch. Dad had named her "Soup." I still, to this day, don't know if he was intending on actually eating her - I wouldn't put it past him, he's just that kind of guy (and we've eaten road kill deer) - but I wasn't having it, she was my new pet.
He built me a chicken coop out of an old wooden truck cap, and not long after, got me and Soup a couple more chicken friends. A little while later, he built a real chicken coop and we added to the brood. We kept chickens for several years until we had to move to the city, and then the chickens went to live at my grandparents.
But the city didn't stop the road pets. Mom brought home a baby goose one day and she got named Maple. We kept her safe for a few days then released it at Princess Point where there are literally hundreds of geese. Little Maple quickly found a home amongst the swimming families and soon you couldn't tell her apart from the others.
Her cat Russell is also a road creature, and he's not the only road cat we've had. When I was about six my dad came home with a tiny little black and white kitty tucked into the pocket of his parka - I named her Babe. There was also Rowdy, who was found at a convenience store, and River, who was found on the banks of the Grand River when my parents were fishing. (I guess she doesn't qualify specifically as a road cat, but its close enough...)
I personally have found costume jewellry, the occasional bit of money (more than just lucky pennies), and tennis balls for the dog.
I even have road spoons in my drawer. I once found a steak knife on the road but I left it where it was. Knowing my old neighbourhood it might have been used in the commission of a crime. And I tend to stay away from road socks, because that's just gross.
But today on my lunchtime walk I found something different:
Meet Percy the Road Whale. He was lying all alone on the curb by work, so I picked him up and tucked him in my pocket. I'm going to clean him up and let him marinate in the cat nip container for a week or two. He's the perfect size for a toy for Rocky.
What have you brought home from the road lately?