Peevish Pen

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Hauling Hay

We've been hauling hay for two days now. We aren't done by a long shot.

Yesterday was the first "warm" day in a while, so we figured we'd better haul some bales from Smith Farm. The ones below were baled in October. You can see one hayfield in the foreground and another in the distance.

We can only haul two at a time, so here's how we do it.

1. Park the truck and trailer below the line of round bales.

2. Attach the ramps and hope they're line up right.

3. Roll in the first bale. We give the 500–600 pound bale a push downhill, and then both of us work it up the ramps.

4. Roll in the second bale and drop in the tailgate to hold it.

5. Drive home and roll the bales off. They're a lot easier to unload than they are to load.

6. Repeat as needed. I hope Cupcake and Melody appreciate all this effort.

This morning dawned beautiful, so we thought we'd get some more while the sun shone.

After four trips, a cold rain began. We called it a day. We'll get the rest in better weather. Might be a few days—there's a chance of snow tonight.

We not only make hay when the sun shines, but we haul it when the sun shines, too.

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