Wheeler Road In Bangor, New York - Part 2

I was taking a driving tour on Wheeler Road in rural Bangor, New York (see also Part 1, posted yesterday). This attractive farm house had a lovely front porch and what looked like a new roof:

A traditional family farm, with barns and silo:

A busy barnyard:

A beautiful old barn:

The road narrowed and may have been called by another name as I continued north, but my focus was on the rural scenery such as these barns and silo:

An attractive farm house with front porch:

This farm had several red barns and white board fences:

It also had some black and gold colored cattle, munching on a hay bale:


Another farm house with a front porch and a chimney:

I had to pull off onto a short dead end road to photograph these handsome horses:

Another barn and silo on the same farm as the horses:

And right after I'd photographed the barn in the above photo, this black and white horse walked out from behind the fence. I'm glad I didn't drive away before I saw him. But this was the end of my driving tour, so I put away my camera and continued on toward home:

Wheeler Road In Bangor, New York - Part 1

I began a driving tour of Wheeler Road, in the town of Bangor, New York, just as a spring snowstorm began. I decided to proceed anyway, and began with this brick farm house, surrounded by cedars:

A beautiful white farm house, with a white barn out back:

This barn sat up on a hill and had an elevated entrance. I remembered it from a previous driving tour, but it had been so many years ago that I decided it was time to take another look at this scenic, rural road:

One of the biggest barns I've ever seen. I would get tired, just walking back and forth from one end to the other:

The next barn was almost as big as the last one. This was indeed the land of giant barns:

A comfortable looking farm house:

And an old barn. It had a great roof, but the rest of it seemed run down:

And the farm house which went with the above barn. It too had a sturdy, new looking roof. These people understood the importance of good roofs:

A picturesque farm:

A farm house with steep roof because of the heavy snowfalls around here:

This old barn was on its way out. I continued on my way, taking photos, and will post Part 2 tomorrow:

Dogs, Cats And Guinea Pigs

The kitchen corner continues as THE place to be, the place where dogs and cats spend their lazy days. In this photo are all five dogs (Clover, Jack, Daphne, Fergus and Seamus) plus Bugsy the cat:

Georgette remains aloof in her bed on the kitchen table:

Seamus often forsakes the kitchen dog beds and lounges on the hard living room floor when I'm at the computer:

Daisy seems totally cured now, and is fond of doing "the kitten roll," where she rolls onto her side or back and curls her front paws. It's cute, but difficult to walk around when she does it in front of my feet. In this case, she was on the dog food bin:

All in a heap, keeping me company while I was at the computer:

Bugsy, looking rich and luxurious. You'd never guess he was a sick, flea infested kitten, thrown off at my barn to die last summer. He looks like he's contemplating knocking over the lamp, something he's done more than once:

A collective scene of good will - and lack of ambition:

Daphne, Clover and Bramble shared a floor pillow:

As the snow began to melt, the dogs began to spend more time outdoors. I have not yet cleaned up the winter's accumulation of dog poop. It won't be pretty:

Another friendly collection on the big floor pillow - Daphne, Bugsy, Clover and Bramble:

Dixie the guinea pig finally died, and I buried her underneath where a big hay bale had been (the only thawed ground). That same day, I found two female guinea pigs on Craigslist and purchased them, with cage. The black and white one is named Meghan:

Ruby is the shy brown one. She's very gentle. They seem happy in their new home, though, and are more vocal than guinea pigs I've had in the past. They have become quite friendly and bold, talking to me when I enter the room, begging loudly for more lettuce. They like having their chins rubbed and are getting used to being held:

Pretty Little Town Of Constable, New York

I drove through the town of Constable on my way back from having my roosters butchered last summer and thought it was such a pleasant town that I should return for a driving tour. Well, I finally did so. I saw several murals painted in the town, this one on the front of a garage, with woodlands right behind it. Notice also the wagon wheel, the pump and the large chainsaw bear:

A square, galvanized wash tub on a fence post, and an old, double garage, no longer in use:

A modern house with a wonderful front porch:

A classic colonial:

A pleasant home, peeking out from behind the trees:

A lovely red colonial. I only got a side view, however, and later wished I'd have photographed the front:

Still decorated for Christmas and, with the recent snow, looked all ready for Santa:

I don't know my styles of house, but I think this would be Victorian. I was particularly enamored of the little upstairs corner balcony:

Lizzie Ann's Deli Delight:

I saw both a Roman Catholic church and this Methodist church in Constable:

Constable town offices:

And the Constable Pub:

Mike's Wildlife Relocation Services, apparently a Shell station in a former life:

Another magnificent front porch:

Yes, front porches are not only ubiquitous, but I'd say they are an art form in these parts:

A country style home and carriage house:

A barn with pictures of dogs and an American flag on its walls. Constable was a pleasant little town, close enough to Malone to be considered a suburb, but far enough away to be a regular small town: