Limekiln Road, In The Town Of Malone, New York - Part 1

I've taken driving tours of so many local, rural roads that I now sometimes use Google Maps to locate new ones. That's how I came across Limekiln Road in Malone. It was over twenty miles from home, but it looked promising. The first farm house I came to was a country classic:

The barn and silo which went with the above farm house were also beauties, and it was such a lovely day that I figured I'd found a perfect road for a driving tour:

The above farm had this new steel building as well:

The houses on Limekiln Road were rather far apart, as would be expected, but interesting:

There were big farms, small farms and suburban style homes. I think I'd classify this one as a small farm house:

And some homes, such as the left side of this one, looked historic:

This farm house also looked historic:

And the barn and silo which went with it were also scenic:

There were farm fields, bordered by forest, with farm equipment parked on them for the winter:

And every home I came to was interesting:

This old farm house looked somewhat forlorn and the I noticed the sign which said it was soon to be auctioned:

Someone's tiny home once upon a time, now just an abandoned shell. But there was more to see on Limekiln Road and I'll post Part 2 tomorrow:

The Great Escape Of 2016

It was a peaceful day. Some of the pigeons were sunning themselves on the gravel road:

Blue and Remy lounged on the hay in the cool shade of the barn:

The Red Poll girls quietly chewed their cuds:

I unwrapped the last bale of hay for the season. But when I opened the gate to drive the hay bale into the pasture, Blue and Remy bolted out, racing merrily around the green lawn:

The lawn had fresh, green grass, longer and tastier than anything in their pasture because no one had been eating it. I jumped off the tractor and ran back out the gate to shoo them inside again. Oh, silly me. How I underestimated the intelligence and playful spirit of these two:

They kept just out of reach, dancing away whenever I got close enough to reach for them. It was a wonderful, happy game for them, a real problem for me, especially when they got near the road:

They tasted lilac bushes and fruit trees just for the fun of it, but mostly were gobbling up the green grass as fast as they could. The cows, lounging comfortably inside the fence, seemed uninterested:

But then Rosella figured out what was happening and ran out the fence too. Then all the other cows (except Amy, who had a brand new calf) followed Rosella's example:

Then I had five cows and two horses, all running around the yard, threatening to go into the road and having a grand time, kicking up their heels and playing keep-away whenever I tried to move them back toward the gate:

Then several of the cows broke off and headed toward the gravel road:

Violet and Seamus touched noses through the fence, both wondering what sort of strange animal the other might be. But that was my last photo as the cows took off running down the gravel road. Luckily, a passerby stopped to help and we got the cows back inside the fence. Then we used bowls of grain to get the horses to hold still while we clipped leads on their collars. Finally all was well, though I was pretty much lame from all the running around on my damaged ankles: