Days Mill Road, Hopkinton NY - Part 3

I was approaching the end of my driving tour of Days Mill Road (see also Parts 1 and 2, posted previously), and stopped at this country home with outbuildings:

There was a bird house in the top of that old tree and a tire swing hanging below. The outbuilding on the right was in the style which always causes me to think it was once the main residence on this farm:

Lots of firewood and a hay field:

An old style country home:

This wonderful barn had an orange and white cat grooming itself in the open hayloft door. If you click to enlarge the picture, you can see it:

A large, well maintained home with an enclosed porch and several outbuildings:

A tiny cottage behind the trees, possibly someone's weekend getaway:

New England Asters and Goldenrod between the road and the forest:

Tall Red Pines along the road:

A large and elaborate home in a woodsy style, with a brook right behind it:

I turned off of Days Mill Road onto the state road, which was lined with corn fields:

And across from the corn fields were old apple trees, apparently untended and dropping their copious fruit all over the ground. It was all wondrous autumn scenery. But this was the end of my driving tour and I had dogs at home who were anxious for me to return. I put my camera away and headed homeward:

Days Mill Road, Hopkinton NY - Part 2

I was taking a driving tour on Days Mill Road (see also Part 1, posted yesterday) and came to this small shed. It was being used to sell eggs and other items, but I guessed it was originally built as a place for the children to wait for their school bus:

I passed by old dirt lanes into the pine forest and ancient cedar fences, built in the old style:

A sturdy and comfortable country home beside tall pines and decorated for Halloween:

More old cedar rail fencing with a collection of barns:

The old cedar rail fence ran along the road, past farm and forest:

Cedar lasts for a very long time and this fence was in the old style, so it could easily have been a hundred years old:

This pasture stretched back to the forest and was bounded alongside the road with more cedar rail fence:

An old shingled barn in excellent shape, with a wonderful sign out front: "Just Be Kind"

The other side of the barn in the above photo, showing an old silo. The first time I drove this road I saw horses here, but I've never seen them since:

A house with a wonderful front porch:

A wood shingled house:

An old farm field which may have been a hay field. There was still more to see on Days Mill Road and I'll post Part 3 tomorrow:

Part 2 - Brasher Center, New York

As I continued my driving tour of Brasher Center, I was impressed with this riverside home, old style split rail fence and daisies:

A smaller home with a couple of nice outbuildings:

A modern ranch with a hedge:

A modern, suburban style home:

A motorcycle for sale and an old farm wagon filled with flowers:

A cute cottage beneath giant old trees:

A very unusually shaped house:

Another large home which I'll bet was once a farm house:

A red steel roof like mine:

Nice outbuildings:

Brasher Center had a meat packing plant (yesterday's post) and an auction house, though the photos of the latter didn't come out well. I really liked the picturesque homes best anyway:

An extensive garden and two rustic buildings. My driving tour of Brasher Center had come to an end and I had to get home, where my dogs were waiting:

A Visit To The Neighbors' Livestock

I returned home from my driving tours (previous posts) and shopping in Massena. I took care of the dogs and then decided to pay my neighbors a visit. I walked across the county road directly toward their barn:

And then veered off to the right to enter their driveway. The kids had built a snowman next to the horse fence. I went inside the house, said hello and asked if I could pay a visit to their horses and calves on my way home. They said that would be just fine:

I entered the barn, which got the two horses and two calves stirring. The horses moved outdoors. The calves, which had been lounging in clean shavings, oomphed up onto their feet, stretched and followed the horses out into the cold:

Are you really going to disturb my comfortable nap?:

I followed the horses out to the hay feeder and introduced myself:

They were wary, but not alarmed. They had, after all, met lots of humans in their lifetimes and most had been friendly. By the way, that's my house and barn across the road in the background:

The first calf toddled groggily out the barn door and stared at me. The other, you can just barely see, lingered in the doorway a bit:

One of the horses let me scratch his neck. In fact, he apparently decided I was OK. Again, that's my place in the background:

The calves did not want to get too chummy with some silly biped. I mean, it was fine for their owners to feed them and all, but some stranger putting his hands on them? That would be crossing the line. Actually, the one on the left was calmer and friendlier, an indication in my mind of the large extent to which temperament is hereditary:

I talked to the four of them a bit:

And then said goodbye, carefully locking the stall door as I exited:

And walked back to my own place where I had all those dogs waiting for me and lots of work yet to be done:

Pierrepont, New York (And West Pierrepont)

We'd arrived up at the farm on a Sunday afternoon. I had no plans for Monday, but given the predicted weather of blue skies and unseasonably warm temperatures, I knew that I wanted to go hiking. So I drove southwest toward the Wolf Lake loop trail. As I passed through the tiny town of Pierrepont, I decided to take some photos:

This is about as rural a "town" as one can find anywhere, with no real business district that I could find. Just country homes, barns, silos and fields:

Lovely old barns and horse sheds:

Lots of people appeared to be home and I couldn't understand why until I realized that it was Veteran's Day and many were off of work:

The very finest of country living:

It was early in the morning and the sun was still quite low, making many photos challenging:

But the overall look of the town was friendly, countrified and comfortable:

With big old trees and front porches from which to watch the neighbors pass by:

Pierrepont was so very rural and sparsely settled that I laughed out loud when I passed a sign saying I'd entered West Pierrepont. I don't now remember where one village ended and the other began:

In the early morning light:

I thought this old barn was just about the prettiest thing I'd seen in a long time. But then I'm a sucker for old barns:

This house had the look of an old general store or feed store and I also liked its brook stone foundation. But this was all the time I had for dillydallying in Pierrepont and continued on my way toward the next town, Russell: