Monday, July 09, 2018

Racing to Finish the Job

My friend Wade hasn't had the best of luck getting the first haying of the Summer done up on the meadow. June was a particularly wet month, and you just can't cut and bale wet hay. He's just had a few brief dry stretches interrupted by the rains, and he's way behind schedule. But it looks like he'll finally finish up during this current dry stretch; the hay is all cut, and yesterday morning he was turning and lining it up to be baled. He was certainly pushing that that rusty old tractor of his when I last saw him!





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1 comment:

  1. When I was a kid, we lived on an unfarmed 4.7 acre piece of land. My dad would occasionally mow our huge field, and then borrow a hay-baling machine so we had plenty of hay to feed our horses. The machine used to fascinate me.

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