I realize that to many, this won't seem like a real barn. This isn't a fully dedicated, hay-loft holding, tractor-housing, sharp farm tool-storing barn like most real farmers have. But it is the closest thing that I have ever had to a barn (a.k.a. a place for my critters) and it tickles me beyond belief.
I don't think my family really understands my love for this building. To them, it's a rather cold, musty-smelling, poorly wired, disabled plumbing, garage-type building that happens to have three horse-stalls added to the side. To me, however, this building is the embodiment of all my farm dreams. It's what I yearned for when I thought about moving to the country - a place to keep my animals warm, safe and dry. To the practiced farm-dwelling eye, my barn will probably seem simple and lacking, but to me, despite its many problems, it's the coolest place around. And it's mine.
Want a tour? We'll have to hike up a short hill from the house to get there.
That's it, through the trees.
Let's take a closer look, just a little farther to go:
Here we are at the entrance to the stalls:
On the inside, there are three horse stalls. The one on the far left is currently storing stall pellet bedding:
Same view, different angle:
Here's Roxy atop our recent farm & feed store purchases (pine shavings for the chickens, rabbit chow for our bunny, Walter, one chick feeder, two lead ropes, 2 hoof picks):
Roxy again, outside the stalls. (Note the new lead ropes and hoof picks again attractively displayed.) That little pup has NO idea that really cool animals are going to live here someday soon:
I've had a good week.