The sweet smell of hay, leather and horses greats you as you enter the lofty barn. As you walk past the tack room, down the single aisle of stalls, a few horses peek over the doors to watch from deep beds. Friendly nickers are emitted, muzzles thrust in your direction as the residents demand attention. Silver name plates glitter in the light, depicting each occupantÕs name. The stalls are well-bedded and roomy, equipped for all sorts of horses. The over-sized tack room boasts a number of extremely useful luxuries, such as a refrigerator for medication and cold drinks and a washing machine dryer combo for dirty blankets etc... It was not an especially big barn and did not have many stalls, but those few that lived here obviously lived well.