In a field not too far from our country cottage sits a Buick. I believe itís a Riviera from about 1950, it was originally royal-blue [if the Americans acknowledge that particular hue]. It looks to be in not bad condition, it has four wheels, one in each corner, and an engine up front. It is home to a dozen or so chickens and I must say that they seem well pleased with their home though they are often disturbed at weekends by children. The children seem to be oblivious to the guano which covers the seats, the gear shift and the steering wheel as they fantasize their car chases.