Barn & Tack Room Tour

Isn't our new barn just fabulous?

I kid, I kid!

Twinville over at the Laughing Orca Ranch blog spot had the fun idea to post our barn and tack rooms. There is no barn at my sister's farm, which is where I keep My Boy at. The pastures have run-in sheds for the horses. My Boy's shed was recently converted to a bigger size. He sleeps in it most nights. I have never actually seen him do this. But there is evidence. I have to clean it out frequently, and his tail is often full of shavings. I know he sneaks in there. He tries to act all cool and studly and stand in the rain under his tree instead of using his shed. But I know he appreciates a cozy soft place to lay his spotted hiney.

The mares have a huge run-in shed that was built last summer. It is approximately 12'x24'. They share it with 4 goats so this works well. Goats do not like the rain. Maybe they should consider putting in a transfer for, let's say, New Mexico? If my sister needed to contain a horse for stall rest, she could use some of her arena panels and easily throw up a 12x12 stall in one side of this shed.

The tack room is in the garage. You will see from the following pictures that we are in a state of H.E.C. That would be: Horsey Equipment Chaos. My sister has a goal to have the fishing poles removed from that back wall and put up a swing-out saddle pad holder and hang up turnout blankets.

Bridles and other horsey hanging things.

Horse halters and dog leashes and goat leads, oh my. Send out an S.O.S.! The horsey stuff is taking over the garage!

Wait, isn't that the way it's suppose to be? Horsey stuff outranks fishing poles and man tools in this universe, right?

The hay area is a converted woodshed and dog kennel. Hay on one side, grain on the other.

This shows the hay storage before my sister picked up nearly 150 bales of hay last week.

Morgan the cat is the keeper of the hay. She is the farm hunter. Always on the prowl. There is never a shortage of mice, birds, and chipmunks for her to chase around the hay shed.

We keep the grain (supplement) in metal garbage cans. That big blue tack trunk? We picked that up for free last summer. Someone in the neighborhood left it at the end of their driveway. It has yet to be repainted or used. Hint hint. But it is cracked open. It appears that there is something inside. Even I am wondering. Any guesses?

Morgan is also the grain guard. On duty.

So that is it. Nothing fancy. No gleaming brass handles or polished oak for this bunch. We're simple folk. We do what works and keep it safe and clean. Except for those grain buckets. They are getting a little grubby.

And we can still wish for that dream barn someday, right?