This used to be my in-laws hay barn.
Now for those of you that don't know this, my husband and I own a wee spit of land in a vast hay field. That hay field is owned by Ron's parents. And so is this barn...or what's left of it.
Some of the stray pieces were carried to the neighbor's pasture. This piece used to be a wall.
This barn is just west of Trixie's stall where she stays at night. She had already been put up when all this happened. I'm so glad she obviously didn't try jumping from her pen again because she was spooked. I guess maybe she just hunkered down and waited it out. It had to make a racket, don't ya' think?