Last night I heard some thumping outside my room. This morning I noticed that someone had pulled my front license plate off. The plastic frame was broken and on the ground. The plate had been folded in half like a taco. On my way out here, right after I crossed into Tennessee from Virginia, a pigeon jumped into the road and I hit it with my car. At the next rest area, I fished most of the pigeon out of my radiator. Obviously, though, I didn't scrape enough of it off my radiator. A bear frequents this farm at night and eats lettuce. Could the bear have sniffed out the Tennessee pigeon rotting behind my grill? I don't know. The rain put today's work on hold.