No Barn? No Problem!

On June 5, we will have lived in our current home for 10 years. Ten years of incredible views. Ten years of enough room to stretch our legs. Ten years of making this place our own. 

It's also been 10 years since we had a barn. And oh, how I've missed the barn. 

So we did what any homesteading, barn-dreaming, cattle owner would do.

We made our own. 

Actually, since this area had at one time been a place to feed cows, we decided to bring it back to its former glory. And because we have 2 cows due to give birth in just a few weeks, glory needed to happen now.

First we bladed off behind the already existing shop.

The soon-to-be barn area before the walls came tumblin' down.

 

I say "we" like I had anything to do with it. Really, it was my Mister and first-born man cub.

The pre-existing poop trough that used to be buried in grass and old hay.

Next we started tearing down walls. 

And this time, I really do mean "we."

Demolition is no excuse not to be a lady. That, and my jeans were on the clothesline.

Apparently, we're not the only ones celebrating 10 years in this place.

Somebody may have screamed like a girl when a little scamperer came scootin' out of the wall.

I don't like scamperer's.

We also tore down the inside walls that used to be a heated cabinet shop. 

We only build barn areas, not cabinets.

While I was busy gettin' er done,

my Mister was busy teaching the kids the importance of safety on the job.

I'm sure that's what he was doing.

We put our youngest to work pulling out nails, 

but he said he's union and demanded a break.

Canoeing in the drainage ditch.

In the ceiling next to the far wall, there is a hay chute.That seems like a pretty good place to start building the feed manger and stanchion's.

 

But we'll save that for another day.

We're pooped.