Watcha Got in There?

The other day, I took the back roads to Creedmoor. I had to pick up some chicken feed for Little Melvin. The food for the Girls and Skippy is too big for him!

I think this area used to be huge for chicken farmers. All of these buildings are old chicken houses.

Can you imagine having to name all of the chickens living in one of these houses? They are no longer in use.

I would love to have permission to go into these buildings and see what kind of treasures I could stir up! Old chicken feeders...nesting boxes...tobacco sticks...

Then, I wondered why this house is no longer lived in. Who owns it? What's in it? Why doesn't anyone care for it? If the trees were cut down, I think it would be a cute little house.

And this one is on a main road. I have watched it for years. No one has lived in it. But hay bales, stacks of wood and now a pile of dirt have been stored in and around it. The windows have been removed. But the bones of this old house are so intriguing. Who used to live here? Did they ditch this beautiful place for a double wide? Where are the old furnishings that used to decorate this home?

And this old pack house (the roughest building of all that I photographed), seems to be loved by someone. I imagine a Carolina Wren nesting in the dried old wreath...forget the cheesy birdhouse hanging from the rafters. The weathered wood is beautiful to me. Inside, I'm sure we would find a great grandmother's treasures. Old dry sinks...a warped, well-used rocking chair...Hoosier cabinets...a pie safe...a cradle...

I wish I had the nerve to knock on the door to a nearby house to see if the owner lived there and ask for permission to rummage through the chicken houses, old barns, and dilapidated homes. I would love the be the girly version of American Pickers. All I need is a camera crew and a truckload of nerve!