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