Descriptive Essay-The Cattle Barn

The Cattle Barn It’s a small lot on our farm, with white and red tin siding that many people overlook. It’s right next to the voluminous silver towers of our mill. It’s a place where many lessons are learned and see many “joys and discomforts” of agricultural life all throughout the year. Starting in the middle of December all the way to the beginning of July is where I get to watch my project grow and develop. As soon as the herd sees me stumbling down the hill, they race to the gate and acknowledge me with bellers. Many of them fight to the front with their broad shoulders, as soon and I step foot in the big open doorway, I then smell of fresh bedding and manure fills the air. There are green gates hanging up on the side of the barn to my right and cornstalk bales right in front of me. The first two lots are filled
I grab the pink brush and the blue and gray curry comb from the dark green tub, to groom my prized beast. As I brush the dead hair off his back I see him trusting me with every stroke. I then grab the long snake like hose to give him a bath. With no clouds in sight he doesn't mind being cooled off today by the splattering nozzle. I grab the curry comb again and brush away any excess water in his hair splattering on the ground. The sun beaming and a light breeze blowing, it becomes his giant hair dryer, turning him into a fluffy black and white marshmallow.
After he’s all dried off and glistening I walk him around the old concrete lot. Making many laps around I can tell he’s getting tired and hungry by how slow his gait is. Working with the 1600 lbs animal for two hours, I am feeling the same thing. I walk him over to his feed and water but he doesn't drink. He tells me in a way by not consuming his food and water that he wants me to leave. I tie him to the rusted yellow gate to brush him once