Haying season has finally arrived. We knew it was coming, and we knew it was late. What we didn't know is that the entire family would have, or be recuperating from strep throat.
Haying for us is a very serious affair.
|The kids "offered" to ride over to the hay field so we weren't so cramped in the truck. How thoughtful of them.|
|See the buildings in the distance? That would be Jabez Farm!|
|I was the designated driver, Kody was the designated goof-ball, I mean hay "tosser", and Heather was the designated stacker.|
|My Mister thought it was more manly to bring the bales to the truck.|
Back at our farm, the hay was stacked into the loft of the shop. My Mister decided to build a ramp to elevate the back of the truck high enough to make tossing the bales easier.
His sons told him that his contraption didn't look strong enough.
a lot a moderate amount of respectful heckling by the audience, my college-educated Mister rethought his plans.
The loft is usually off-limits to our younger kids, so stacking hay gave them plenty of time to explore.
My guess is that a herd of deer wandered up the ladder and couldn't figure out how to get back down, or, the boys found the den of the ever elusive jack-a-lope.
My money's on the jack-a-lope.
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This post is linked with The Homestead Barn Hop.