HOT HUMID HAY

We've hayed every day.  Sunday Tom headed off to the flea market thinking we could unload the wagon he brought home Saturday night later in the day.  The wagon we thought was to be returned Monday, they wanted back  by noon Sunday. 

Tom and Jess had already left.   I thought I could do it myself because I had three hours to unload it.  Then I would simply go trade places with Tom and he could pull the wagon over to the field.  I did about 50 bales.   The wagon had high rails, it wasn't a flatbed.  I was going to use the tractor and inch it forward a few bales at a time.  Forget it.   Wouldn't work.

So I jumped in the car and drove 25 miles south to get Tom.   Much to my chagrin, he left Jess and I there at the drive in to watch the stuff.  He came home and dumped the bales and returned the wagon about a minute before the owner showed up on the field. 

A long day later, we were all home to do double the job and now move all 230 bales of  hay back to the barn, 20-30 bales at a time.

 

 Tom started the first load, then each of us had a post to attend to.   He went up to stack in the loft, Jess put on the elevator, and I drove the tractor back and forth loading it. 

I am so very thankful that the loft is full! We still  have 50 bales we covered for the night and will have to make room today before the rain comes.  I would like it in a downstairs stall, but he wants it in the old barn.  That means moving around junk first.  This is pretty good hay, and it is wonderful we are just about done.

I went out at 5:30 this morning and flies were dive bombing me already.  They say rain later so I guess I better hussle but and move it.