I got to see two new calves today on the farm. Sweet-Tart had a black and white bull calf...adorable. Jane had an all black calf a couple weeks ago on open pasture but Longhorns are very good at keeping their babies safe and hidden - because of this today was the first day I've been able to see her or him...Momma wouldn't let the baby close enough for us to find out.
So every year when we hay I have some sort of mishap. I've broken mower blades (pluaral), I've snapped a rake in half, I dumped a load of hay down the middle of the dirt road, I drove half a mile with a flat I didn't know I had and bent a very large rim...I annointed myself with at least five gallons of hydraulic oil....so this year I get the opportunity to try again...well I GOT the opportunity...kind of.
On the way out to talk to Kent's dad about hay equipment and hay schedules I drove my car down a prairie trail and proceeded to wrap the drive shaft in the equivilent of a square bale of hay. It wrapped TIGHT! Kent spent the better part of two hours getting it undone. This included a knife, a fire extinguisher, a pliers, a leatherman, wire cutters, to ramps and my expert assistance. Thank you Kent...so still interested in having me hay?????
Really does life get much better than this???
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Ha! You don't have much luck when it comes to operating equipment, do ya?! I laughed as I read this entry because I could so see this happening to you. It probably happens to other people, too, but I don't hear about their stories. Doubt they are told better than this one, though. Hang in there!
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