A poor, sorry little barn sits in the distance. The shelter in the foreground, a shade run-in for a large herd of cattle, or perhaps cover for round bales of hay to be stored there. Either way, your rust-o-meter should be registering full, now.
We get a lot of red-eared sliders climbing up the banks of the pond to lay their eggs in the shaded area of the yard. Baron, our black lab, often locates them and barks the alert until I go wrestle him away so they can continue with their maternity ward.
A mud bank depository
Yes, dear lady, I will give you some privacy...
as soon as I can wrangle this one back into the house.