We cut our grass hay. I wish you could smell it. It is beautiful stuff and smells just as good. Sharon's parents were here for the weekend so her father got the opportunity to drive the tractor while George and I stacked bales on the rack. Getting the baler setup for the first time of the year always means some strange bales. We have several that are about 12"x12" and a couple that are about 5' long. I assume that they'll end up going with the kids to the fair.
We had a father and son from Illinois come by for hay today. They are on a great father son trip to different parks like Custer National Park to see the parks by mule, and they brought their own mules! How cool is that? They were on their way to a park down by Ft. Dodge in IA. That sounds like an awesome trip.
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