I enlisted help that comes with big old toys..... just look.
Now - I love tractors - have since I was a little girl and the Crusty Old Guy allowed me to help him. That part was great, but the hard loading tugging, hauling, hammering, and everything else that goes with salvaging parts of the buildings. That was not so fun.
He dug a big hole in the back yard and we buried most of the stuff.
The corn crib was also falling and had to go.
Dog pens first - then the tear down of the coop.
Dammit ---- that's what he said ---- it will not fall.
So we back up and regroup and made serious progress with that big yellow destruction device.
Hauled all the debris to the back field and buried it. Covered it all back up.
Leaving one confused dog. He wandered around for a few days looking for his barn, but he has recovered from the shock now.
I have a LOT more to accomplish, but we are headed the right direction.
After a long day of hard manual labor, we took off to my favorite Mexican place.
For a few of these ---
And lots of smiles and laughter.
Thank you Crusty Old Guy, I sure like hanging around with you.
Hope you guys have a great day.