Kris and I were discussing something about the farm, and I didn't know which barn he was talking about.
I said we should agree upon a name to call the yet-to-be-built free stall barn. We can't call the old free stall barn 'the old barn' because we already have an old barn. And we can't change the name of the original old barn because I've called it that my entire life. It'd be like changing the name of one of our kids suddenly because we had another one. (Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but that was my reasoning with Kris.)
Kris said the old barn could be called the old calf barn OR the old milking barn. Now it's the storage barn. The guys have been working on taking out all of the old calf housing in order to be able to store hay and straw bales in it.
Here's what it looked like when we housed calves in there three years ago:
Here's what it looks like today. This used to be where the cows were milked - at first, with my great grandpa. Then we put in the hutches - my dad's time. Now the hutches are gone again -
Here's a picture of the new calf barn, as of last year:
Over the time of the farm, the barns get all different uses. Whatever fits the farm and the fashion of the day! When I went out to take the pictures of the new barn, this is what I saw in the sky.
X marks the spot. Here we are, here we've been, here we'll stay. No matter what we call it.