The wet, warm spring made the grass grow tall and fast, in the fields, lawn, everywhere. Suddenly, in June, the weather turned roasting hot and the rain quit. We were faced with head high grass around the buildings and in the fields. So we had to cut, rake, and bale hay pronto, then get it all into the various barns/sheds/whatever before the rains returned, as promised... tonight, 6/25. We have been busting our butts until today... Johnny mostly since he's the tractor equipment guy. I'm merely the support and animal person... until it's time to load the hay onto wagons and unload it into the barns. Then it's all hands on deck, including a hired neighbor teenager... who, I think, is much bigger and stronger than either of us ever thought about being. He's also young. We are old.
We've been so busy I took very few photos. Our equipment is old and last century, like us. Our baler refused to bale so our neighbor, who is also old and has ancient equipment that Johnny helps keep running, baled for us... with Johnny's help. It takes a village... and a tractor with a chain around the bucket holding the equipment up so Johnny can work on it.
Father's Day brought the Seattle area family men down, but somehow they managed to miss hay pickup time.Son Kevin did, however help grease and marvel at the antique equipment. Although it is pretty much the same equipment we used when he was a kid helping... forty plus years ago.
Here he stands with his dad in a field of cut but unraked (or baled) hay.
| Look closely at this assemblage of tractors/etc. and you will see Johnny and Kevin working on the baler... closer view in top photo |
Not sure of when I took what photos, but here is one of Johnny raking one of the fields, out of order in time as the "kids" were not here then.
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