Morrill, Nebraska

Shortly after we'd entered Nebraska, I spotted this old sheep herder's shelter alongside the road.  I had to turn around to take a picture and when I did, I discovered an unexpected pleasure.

There was another sheepherder's trailer and there was also a scrape sculpture cowboy standing in the front yard.

There was a gentleman sitting on his front porch.  I couldn't resist and we drove up into his circular drive.  These are some of the things we saw...

Even his home was full of all kinds of wonderful things like old furniture and lots and lots of old saddles.

I was told that this iron cage was the original jail cell for the little town.

And there were lots of old iron bedsteads which I would love to have as well as some old pots.