Hay

My father had baled up all the hay in the main field, so today was the day we set to take it in. My father is not getting any younger, and he can't really carry a bale of hay. So I piled them into the pickup truck. Then we would drive to the barn. Then I would unload and stack them. After we finished this morning, my father baled up the hay in the side fields. Altogether it was 149 bales. I think my arms are going to fall off. I also fell down getting off the truck and kind of sprained my wrist. Haha..

There was a dead catbird by the back door. I took its body up to the top of the field and laid it down in the bushes at the edge of the woods. I picked three asters and laid them by its body. I said a little prayer. Sweet little catbird.