Haymaker

Don't Bale On Me
Don't Bale On Me

While the Father-in-Law recovers from his heart surgery, I’ve been doing my best to help out at the farm.  This week, that included making a bit of hay.    I’ve done the raking before, but this week marked the first time I did it all – mowing, raking, and baling.

I shall confess to a bit of nervousness on the last item.  There’s three objects to keep track of – Tractor, Baler, and Wagon.  Fortunately, I seemed to have picked it up pretty quick.  I was also assured the rule was that if the bale misses the wagon, you’re responsible for picking it up.  I’m proud to say that out of 120* bales, not one missed the mark.  That included one that ricocheted off the left post, over to the right side, and then down into the wagon.  Boo ya.

I mentioned on Twitter what I spent the day doing and a friend asked ‘How was haying?”

I replied – “Haying is fun.  Hard work but it catches on like a fever.”

Clearly I am a literary genius.

No, Mowing is Not Any More Fun on a Tractor
No, Mowing is Not Any More Fun on a Tractor

* My original estimate of 60+ bales was incredibly far off.  Counted as we unloaded today and it came out to an even 120.