Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Hay Making Travesty
I've been getting killed the last couple of days trying to get my hay made. First, I loaded three wagons on Sunday, and that just about killed me. So I decided to try to get my neighbor to round bale the rest, but that hasn't worked out. Plus, I ripped a hydraulic hose on the hay rake, so I ran around trying to find parts. Eventually I had to get my neighbor to splice the hose. Now I'm trying to get my wagons unloaded so I can get them loaded back up. We really could have used some rain with the front that came through, but that should give me time to get all this stuff baled up.
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When I come to this blog, I revel in the concept that living close to the earth gives a view of reality seldom heard any more. So I needed this post to remind me that farming can also be a ball-busting hassle.
ReplyDeleteI once helped my grandfather fix his baler. SE Kansas in August—VERY hot. A line of thunderheads was building—we needed to get things fixed NOW! And so for the first time I discovered my devout Lutheran deacon grandfather could curse with the best of them.
We actually got that hay in the barn. It was my first feeling of accomplishment in my life.
Thankfully, I did get the rest of the hay baled today. Now it can rain, and I can avoid baling for almost a month.
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