Barns that held cows to be milked and fresh hay in the haymow.
Can you hear the soft swish swish of the milk as it foams up in the bucket? Cows shifting in their stanchions, the radio on some station that plays old tyme waltz music...sure to soothe the cows so they will give more milk. The calves in the calf pen bawling for their mothers who are being milked and the milk replacer filled bucket with the fake nipple is no substitute for four pointed leaking tits of a full udder, the calves head butt the bucket. The sound of a fresh cow pie hitting the gutter. Plop...and plop is better than a squirt. The sound of urine splashing into the gutter, it sounds like water but you know it is not. The barn cats are meowing and the Banty Roosters are crowing.
The barn the hub of a family farm.
Only the memories of sounds and smell remain.