The boss started baling today. I had a feeling that I ought to go up on the hill where he was working...so I finished up what I absolutely needed to do, put a bottle of water, the camera and binoculars in a tote and headed out.
There was so much to see! I was hoping for bobolinks, not having seen any for my count this year. Before I even crested the hill into the hay fields I could hear them. We must have fifty pairs just in the 30-acre lot. What a wondrous singing and dancing they made.
Alas, as I went up, I met the boss coming down. Problems. There are always problems, but especially the first few trips. Since I was already up there, I decided to wander around for a while and see what there was to see.
|Hey there, honey, wanna see my etchings?|
Then he came back and started baling. It went well for a few bales and he got mostly out of sight of where I was waiting to take a pic of him coming back..
Suddenly I saw him coming, stomping across the field. For a while I just thought he was mad because of a breakdown. Then I saw that he had blood streaming down his face. He had been trying to unjam a bale that got stuck and the bale kicker released and hit him right in the head!
He hurried off down the hill, leaving me way behind and by the time I made it down off the hill...I can walk all day, but not very fast, Jade and Becky had him all cleaned up and he was reading on the computer.
It is a nasty wound, but he was really lucky. A few inches and it might have killed him.
Sure glad it didn't. They are back up there now, trying to get the thing working....