The boss is mowing some hay today, gambling that the thunderstorms that might pop up this afternoon will miss us.
I don't blame him a bit. It is getting late in the year; the days are getting shorter, which allows fewer hours of sunshine to dry the crop. The dew is heavy these days too, and often lies until after noon.
As you can see above, Alan is pretty quick at getting bales off though, which is a tremendous help. They got three loads yesterday.
It was a picture perfect hay day. However, at one point a bale got stuck in the deflector and caused some problems.
It just happened that I was trying to get a video of bales coming off the elevator when it bound up, so no harm was done.
I grabbed my shepherd's whistle and managed to get Alan's attention way up behind the barn before any chains were broken or motors burned out.
I do love that sheep dog training whistle, and even though I have no sheepdogs any more, I am never without one.
I did get a few seconds of one bale falling, but it was so dark and dusty that it isn't much. Multiply it by several hundred though.....
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