A couple hundred yards down the way is a resident's private junk yard. It is at the back of the premises behind the barn. One supposes it may be in violation of some zoning code or another, but one sees no need to rat his neighbor out, especially since we'll be neighbors only briefly. More, were the pile of clutter not there, this little tale would not have been possible.
Apparently a space ship from some far away galaxy found itself with electromechanical trouble, perhaps a broken anti-gravity generator. Said ship seems to have landed nearby and has sent forth Ferrous Boiler in search of parts for repair. Luckily I was passing by, camera in hand, just as Ferrous bent over to retrieve a likely item.
Here's wishing Scout Boiler and his traveling companions good fortune. May they cobble together an effective repair and be gone.