Rolling In The Hay

Day two and women power gets the job done.

Mister and I had a change of pace from afternoon boat rides at the lake to helping haul hay.

When the bales need to go where the tractor can’t maneuver you literally roll them into place and tip them over by hand.

Here in central Alberta, hay is scarce right now due to bad growing and baling conditions. With many farmers thinking they may not get a second cut, we travelled farther then usual for the daughters winter stock for her horse.

The first of the two day haul was a bit of a episode because of rain issues, a blown hydraulic hose on the tractor, and things just not going to plan. A crew of Mister, The Daughter and myself regrouped and finally waited for reinforcements to arrive (The Daughters Husband, the Daughter-In-Law, and the newest grandson who I’ll refer to as “Little One”.) Forty-five minutes later the job was completed.

Little One had a great time. Grandpa took him for his first quad rides, Auntie took him to park the lawn mower, he sat in a saddle, visited with their dog and cat, and got a swing in a bucket. His smiles and giggles lightened the moods of everyone, especially the three original crew members.

Because of being another work day, it was Mister, The Daughter and myself who hit the road early the next day to get the second and last load.

Once we were back, The Daughter-In-Law and Little One came over again to lend a hand. Things went smoothly with Mister on the tractor bringing bales up from the trailer. The girls rolled them through the barn to the hay shelter. From there we all pushed and pulled them into place and then stood them on end. My main job was taking pictures and watching Little One. It’s great to be grandma. The chore was done in record time.

Maybe it was because of Little One’s good job supervising from his Jolly Jumper.

Do you have great memories from living or visiting a farm?

13 thoughts on “Rolling In The Hay

  1. I want to see how those huge round bales already created. I’ve seen them in plenty of fields we’ve passed, but never the actual cutting and rolling. Maybe some day. I can’t believe two women rolled it and then tipped it. Seems dangerous.

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