This old barn is across the side road from my house. I expect to see it tumble down any day. My neighbor's horses go inside for shelter and I fear for their safety if we have a bad storm.
This old building was our barn when I was little. I can remember going in with Dad when he milked the cow. He tried to teach me how to milk, but I never was very good at it. The cow didn't like my touch, so she would get restless. I would get scared when she started moving around. I think the only thing holding the building up is the woood stacked in the side.
This is the old chicken house at my Dad's. We used to have chickens that roosted inside at night. While I was still rather young, we stopped keeping chickens and Dad turned this into his shop. We still call it the chicken house.