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Decibel checking out the bales |
Compared to July, August has been only moderately hot, but unusually wet, which is a poor combination for haying.
With so much of the country experiencing drought, we had requests from a neighbor to hay some of the ground that we usually keep as prairie. Naturally we agreed, which turned out to be a good thing, because while they didn't exactly bring in the hay dry, the neighbor that usually hays for us had worse luck. After swathing we had a strong wind, which, no kidding blew half of the hay away, and then it poured on the rest of it. It kept doing that at night, storms, lightening, rain, wind, all of which resulted in little sleep and no hay worth speaking of.
For the dogs haying is terribly boring. When the big tractors are around, they must be cooped up in the house and yard, and that is no fun at all. There are new people and best of all 'trucks' (for Ralph any noisy machine is a 'truck'), and being cooped up is just stupid. Sometimes they even miss out on chores, since we don't know when people come back, so we can't have the dogs out.
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Hay maze |
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Decibel tries to climb into the cab with me |
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How do you get up there? |
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This one pulls the rake |
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This one pulls the baler |
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This old one is mine, it moves the bales |
Harold and I have taken advantage of the cool mornings and gone riding, which really adds insult to injury for Decibel and Maggie. The girls suffer more of this imprisonment, since they are more active and determined to go hunt and check everything out. Harold has been riding Sweetpea, with rather better than expected results. She has not bucked him off, and his neck is not broken. Actually Sweetpea has managed to walk nicely for Harold, and Molly has only gotten better, if that is even possible.
At least, once the bales are moved off the fields, the short grass promises to be great for racing and hunting. Maggie and Decibel are looking forward to that.
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