|Just a few seconds before this photo was taken these calves were cavorting by kicking up their back legs and butting one another with their heads.|
My new skill of the day was picking up a big bale with the hay fork. For some reason I cringe as though I'm frightened of whiplash when Farmer John is backing up to a bale. Once in awhile he backs into the bale with a bit of a jerk and I act like we've been in a car accident. Today, after looking at me for a long moment when I reacted like this, he said, "Why don't you drive?" And so I did!
|Me, in the driver's seat. John had no comments about my driving--though when I went around corners I noticed that he grabbed onto the edge of the seat. I like to go fast.|
I picked up 3 bales and set them down by the bale feeders, which John then plopped down atop the bales. This system worked pretty well because it saved him a bit of time.
The main thing I needed to remember was not to set the bale down on top of him while he was cutting the net wrap off. Ummm...just tried to do that once, but he hollered in time.
I hope we have an extended time of this moderate weather. People keep smiling in a knowing way and saying "Wait until it gets cold." In anticipation of that I've ordered insulated coveralls which, I fear, will not make me look ten pounds thinner as I earnestly strive to accomplish with my other wardrobe choices.
I am very glad to be back out doing "farmerish" things.