My barn

Disclaimer: safety is relative. These cattle panels would not make suitable interior dividers for a flighty horse, as they could present a leg-ensnarement threat. Since I, Fenway Bartholomule, have never so much as gesticulated with a hind leg in the entirety of my career as Head Mule of Bent Barrow Farm, FarmWife feels safe using them to divide me from the goats. Please don't use cattle panels in your own barn without a similar confidence in your hoofbeast's sensibility.

If FarmWife could afford a more high-tech divider system, then perhaps we would use something different. One day, we may even have real gates.

Here, then, is my barn in progress. Please forgive the absence of siding and the incompletely-papered walls.

Goat accomodations.
Note the abundance of alfalfa and a terribly obstructive gate barring entry to me, Fenway Bartholomule.
Pardon the lumber pile, which will be moving, and observe the little blue barn in the distance:
it belongs to the neighbors, and FarmWife can finally stop coveting it! 

Hay storage. Someday, we shall have a real floor. Today, we have this tarp-strewn platform.
 It's classic Wickersham style at its best. 

Me, Fenway Bartholomule, standing in the spot where alfalfa used to be served
back when the goats had a shed-within-a-shed. The lopsided construct in the background is FarmWife's
attempt at building a goat shed. It is about to serve the third of three purposes: first, it sheltered Burzom, Bowdoin, and Briony Bluebell during weaning. Second, it allowed FarmWife to better understand the limits of her carpentry skills. Third, it will accomodate ducks when we add them to the family in March. 

The barn viewed from the south. Note the ample overhang, under which FarmHusband will place his lumber.

Barn from the East. Note roof height, the better for to stack hay beneath.
 The cruddy row of bent-up gates is a temporary solution to keep us from eating the felt paper before the barn is sided. 

Me, Fenway Bartholomule, basking in the ambient light which is allowed in by transparent roof panels.
It's February in Western Washington—we can use all the light we can get. Note the flags, which are a nod to
Save Your Ass Equine Rescue who recently decorated their new quarantine barn with same.