When I bought our farm in Calhoun County, there was an old pole barn on the property that we used first in conjunction with Annie’s cow-calf operation and later with her horses.
But over time, after the cows were sold and the horses were moved elsewhere, we spent less and less time around the barn and, frankly, the barn started to get a bit “spooky.”
The boards on the sides of the barn were vertical slats of oak which gave it a gloomy appearance on the outside and inside, when the sun was shinning, the slats created eerie shafts of lights and shadows.
And without humans coming in there so often, it began to attract some undesirable inhabitants.
One time, for example, we found under the same bale of old straw, a black snake and a rattlesnake. In short, as time went on, we did not go in the barn unless absolutely necessary.
