A milk can and an old shutter sitting beside an ancient, falling-down barn on a friend's property in Eudora, Kansas. This is something I've never completely understood, and I don't know if it happens just in the U.S. or if it's a worldwide phenomena: Farmers never repair their barns. Ever. They ignore them for years and years, and let them get so ramshackle that they literally fall to pieces — and then they'll build a brand new one right next to the falling down one. In this case, the barn sits on what is now more of an estate than a farm. The current owner is absolutely not a farmer and never was, and the barn was falling down when he bought the place.