Bruce has a strange quirk, he can integrate song lyrics into everyday tasks, instead of Bobby Bare singing, "I want to go home, I want to go home...." Bruce will be in the hay field singing, "I want to mow brome....". His brother in law, John Rogers, upon heard Hank Ballard singing Finger Popping Time, "Hey now, Hey now..." translated it to "Hay Down, Hay Down!" With all the rain we have had this summer, putting up hay has been challenging to say the least, we had both brome, for my horses, and alfalfa for the cattle down most of the week, with very poor drying conditions. Today finally, Bruce was able to rake the fields and about 4:30 we went out to bale the brome since it was the driest.
There is baling hay and then there is baling hay, for the horses we get out the old New Holland baler and put the hay in small square bales that I can handle myself. It's a lot of work and Bruce does most of it, stacking the bales on the rack and then in the barn. I get off pretty easy, driving the baler and unloading off the rack. Usually it is about 100 degrees in the shade when we do this but it was a gorgeous day today, sunny and cool. This is my view from the little Deutz tractor, we have big Deutz also, my job is the run the back tire right next to the windrow so the baler can pick it up.
This is Bruce's job, stacking a bale....
...going back to wait for the next one to pop out of the baler.
He's hot footing it to this pasture gate so I can drive in and turn around to go back and pick up the next windrow of hay.
The breakdowns don't happen often but it's always frustrating, not only did the twine roll up in the 'knotters', so 2 bales did not get tied....
...when I started the baler, I didn't have it running fast enough and heard a BANG! The pin in the flywheel sheared so that had to be fixed.
This time Bruce got on the tractor and ran it to see if everything was working correctly.
The haystack grows as we near the end of the field.
These are the soybeans that are starting to turn, our first field, eventually all the leaves will fall off and just the brown stalk and bean pods will be left.
Bruce does all the fun jobs, such as getting this long outfit, out of this gate without running into the posts or losing bales of hay.
The tractor and baler are through, can he get the hayrack also?
Yes he can! And narry a bale of hay on the ground....
...and we are off, down the road to the pond where more hay is waiting to be bundled and tucked away into the barn for winter. Both drivers hug the ditches as we meet.
This is a selfie I took of me.
Bruce gets a little rest while I make a big turn with the tractor, he's rapidly running out of room on the rack.
Back at our barn, I'm throwing the bales inside and Bruce stacks them.
Murphy got in the way of one bale, she didn't understand, "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" and ended up under a bale. She took refuge at the top of the stack and stayed there until we finished.
There were a few bales that were too green to put in the barn so we took them to the cows in the pasture, I was driving the tractor and Bruce was throwing them in the bunk. We are supposed to be the weaker sex, you know.
This is how Bruce and his dad put up all their hay for years, thousands of bales, each one moved at least three times by hand.
Makes you tired just thinking of it, doesn't it?
Then some enterprising person invented the big round baler so now Bruce can go out in shorts, if he chooses, bale his alfalfa.....
...put it in the barn....
...and take it out of the barn, all from the comfort of his tractor.
God Bless America!