An afternoon in the country

Needing some apples from an old farm orchard, I drove out of town into the green that is Southland's pastoral farmland. With my camera at the ready, I scanned the side roads, road sides, lanes and paddocks for anything interesting. I found a double pile of sawdust beside a rusty-roofed shed, an ancient apple tree that had been barked by too-hungry sheep, and in an almost empty shed, a old iron bed-head with owls as it's theme. Curious.