over Steeprock Mountain, the sounds of wham, crash, wham are heard in the very near distance. The birds are quiet. And the big track hoe continues its methodical work…I look and then I see what the noise is all about. The man that purchased the farm next to us is tearing down the old barn.
In it’s day that barn had been a big nice barn. Many a cow and calf had spent a cold winter night safe and warm in its big space.
Hay and straw along with feed had been kept safe for the animals until it was needed.
It had been there 64 years at least… But now with the work of one big track hoe it is all gone except for the hauling off or the burning !
It was a sad day to see such history be dismantled and so fast.
Here is this evenings sunset.
