I soon needed a new barn for my cows. My old friend, the architect J. Honeyman, designed the perfect barn for me. It was round. Actually, it was an octagonal barn. There was a central silo where the hay was kept. The 50 stalls faced inward toward a circular manger. Although my herd was small, it had been said that I had the finest Ayrshires in the world. I brought in the best breeding stock from Scotland and across Canada. I donated some cows to the farm at the University of British Columbia. I also sold cows to my neighbours at auction, sometimes selling them for less than they cost me. I was forever urging farmers to invest in Ayrshires. My neighbours probably thought I was an overbearing nuisance, but I had become very enthusiastic about the advantages of these dairy queens. I wanted to see Ayrshires established in my new homeland.