Okay, it's a really small barn.
The story behind the barn:
When I was little, my step-grandpa started building this thing. I loved it as soon as I realized it had to do with horses. I wanted to look at it every time I went to their house. But I never got to play with it. Or touch it. Ever.
When I was a teenager, my grandma mentioned to me offhand "You know, your grandpa built that for you. But he decided if he gave it to you you'd just break it and ruin it so he kept it instead." Well. Gee. Thanks for letting me know.
He died several years ago. Not long after, I was helping grandma clean out her house and guess what I came across, partially boxed up and mouse eaten?
"Oh, you can just toss that box."
"Are you sure, grandma? This is that barn grandpa made."
"Yes, just throw it away."
"...can I have it?"
"Oh, did you want it?"
My grandparents are/were a special kind of special.
The barn set in storage for years. I don't have kids and I don't have anywhere to display it. But I have some vague inkling of what I'd like to do with it, so the repairs began!
A closeup of the roof.
Looking down on the stalls with the roof and loft removed.
The barn from the front.