Until we bought our house in the country in 1977, I was always a city boy. The closest I got to farm life was our nighttime escapades in Mr. Bustin's neighborhood garden and our Sunday drives to 'nowhere' in the station wagon with Dad at the wheel. It was a life out there that I knew nothing about. Even as an adult, other then walking the grounds of the Cumberland Fair and 
the Common Ground Fairs or visiting Smiling Hill Farm with J-, I had never seen the animals that inhabit the big farm barns. It was quite an eye opening experience and that saying noting to what my nostrils took in on those visits. Although the news is filled with the demise of family farms around here, there are still quite a few barns that are still stirring at 3AM. It's a hard life. This farm always attracts by eye on the Gorham bypass.* I like it so much I show it twice!
