Spear It

We've had a couple of folks wanting round bales in the last two days. Yesterday, when one of his friends came to get a bale for his cow, I decided to snap a few pictures.

First he backs the tractor toward the bales:

Then he spears one. . .

. . . and backs it toward the wagon.

It's in!

Then I notice that Melody could use another bale since she unrolled the last one and turned it into a nest for little Ruby Sherwood, the daycare dog.

Off John goes again with the tractor. He lines up the spear. . . 

. . . and lifts the bale. . .

. . . and carries it directly to the pasture.

After he puts the bale in, Melody inspects it.

 Hmmm. Smells like a good vintage.

 Maybe a little taste from the top. 

And from the bottom, too.

Yep, it'll do.

Today, he speared a bale and delivered it to a neighbor's horse down the road. I decided it was too cold to go out and take pictures. You see one horse start munching a bale, you've seen them all. . . . 

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