sheds and stuff


Every farm has sheds. Sheds that are full of stuff because as any farmer will tell you, you can't throw anything away. There is some significant hoarding going on round here. Fence posts in piles, insulators, bath tubs, old egg crates. You never know when you'll need them again. 






When I started the bikkie business I asked Dad if he had any old boxes I could use on the market stall. Did he ever! Old wooden egg boxes with my great grandfather's name stenciled on the side came out of a shed. Gorgeous old ammunition boxes appeared. Thank you, shed. 

Recently when we were changing our chicken brooder arrangements, we had a need for a tall, long flexible bit of metal. Ta da! Out of a shed came an ancient swimming pool we had as kids, built on one long bit of tall and flexible metal. Perfect. Dad had hung onto that for thirty years in case he needed it, and it was perfect for the new brooder. Lucky us.


Sometimes the amount of stuff intimidates me, I think if we need to clear out a shed for any reason (like finding a home for the pallet of egg cartons or something sensible) we'll go in and never come out. One of the unusual things about a family farm that never actually changes hands is that stuff really never gets cleaned up and chucked away. Behind this deceased trailer is another much older deceased trailer. It's like the bones of the farm are visible.


See this cement post on it's side? It's one of the original Buena Vista gateposts. Now a convenient seat for small people waiting for the motorbike to pick them up. 


Oh look. There's a long wooden box in case family farming gets a bit much for anyone and someone needs to be disposed of. 


This rusty thing below is a wheat cracker, which they used when they grew and cracked the wheat for the chickens. Cool hey!


And this is a corn shucker, which takes the kernals off the corn cob. I'd so love to see if we could get this working. 


Nothing goes to waste. You never know when a drum will need to become a dog kennel. 



Making do with what we've got.

It's one whole big adventure working out what that is. 



7 Comments on “sheds and stuff

May 1, 2013 at 6:11 am

Wow! You’re pumping out the posts! It’s putting me to shame. How did Adam go with chick sexing? I’m really interested to find out what he learnt. We may be coming past your place on the 20th May, it’d be great to pop in for a quick stop, meet you both and see what you’re up to. No sweat, just if you’re there and have half hour spare.

May 1, 2013 at 6:38 am

Fraser! On chicken sexing: badly. But were nothing if not tenacious. And I really need hens not roosters in that pen! Love to see you on the 20th, will email you too xx

May 1, 2013 at 1:36 pm

Wow such pretty pictures and they totally took me on a journey. xxx

May 1, 2013 at 3:02 pm

I love hunting around in old sheds …. I don`t like the spiders that usually live there..or snakes,rats…mmmm! need to fumigate before I enter. We have a shed or two like that… The things that need throwing away are right at the back so we don`t bother. It is easier to build a new shed.

May 1, 2013 at 6:47 pm

Oh God, my father’s farm shed is just … scarey. so much rubbish and certainly not sorted into neat piles like yours is. Plus you’ve got some gorgeous bits of farm history there. Lucky you!

Katie Lee
May 1, 2013 at 8:09 pm

OMG! Don’t you just find it a teensy bit overwhelming with all that old stuff cluttering up the spaces? Can see some valuable/historic things but how do you deal with the rest of it? What will you do when your mum and dad move into their new house, will you be left with more stuff to sort? I admire your patience. KL

Darren (Green Change)
May 2, 2013 at 8:22 am

I love old sheds. I was up at my Grandfather’s place in Canberra on Anzac Day (he lives right next to the War Memorial, on Anzac Parade, he served in WWII, and his birthday is Anzac Day – 93 this year!). He has about 10 or so sheds on his suburban property! He’s been there for 50 or 60 years, and has been collecting useful stuff all that time. Every time he gets a big enough pile, he builds another shed over it :-).

While there, we came across some useful-looking lengths of timber. My Dad had them stored under his house, and moved them to Grandad’s shed when he and Mum moved house shortly after I was born. That was 40 years ago! I’m hoping to claim them back one day and make something cool with them.


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