This year, making hay while the sun shines seems to be nearly impossible! With a constantly rotating cycle of hot, muggy days (which is totally abnormal for our area) and violent, soaking thunderstorms, our farmers have had to rely on quick decisions and an ever ready company of hay hands.
Master Hand Grenade and Miss Serenity have been on stand-by, awaiting phone calls from our neighboring farmers. A couple of days ago, the phone calls started rolling in. And so did the thunder. It has been a frantic few days, trying to get the harvest in between rain storms but I am happy to report that most of the cut hay has been bailed and safely stored in the barn. Sadly, fields all around us are filled with windrows of wet, soggy hay that is beginning to mold on the ground. As the sky's clear, the farmers will return to the fields and turn and fluff their hay, hoping to salvage at least some hay and in turn keep their financial losses from being complete.
Keep our farmers in your prayers. We may be in for a wild ride.
|Adjusting the baler|
|Nothing runs like a deer!|
|The boss lady keeping an eye on things|
|Country kid transportation|
(Master Hand Grenade & Miss Serenity are on the 4-wheeler)
|Instructing the hay hands|
|Miss Serenity bucking a bale onto the stack|
|Master Hand Grenade bucks over the side|