So I’m at work (which means I’m here at home, upstairs in my office at my work computer). My office window overlooks the creek and pasture and the road beyond that. And I’m on the phone with my boss, who lives in California. All of a sudden I let out a gasp.
Boss: “What’s the matter?”
Me: “I just glanced out the window and saw Matt coming down the road with a load of giant cornstalk bales and the girls sitting way up in the air on top of the bales.“
Boss: “Dads have a higher risk tolerance than moms.”
When I relayed this little exchange to Matt he said, “When I let the girls ride up there I told them don’t get hurt or your mother will kill me.“
Meanders had a cute comment on my “Loaded” post the other day, about not going down hill with a load of those bales. I asked Matt about it and he said he only had one small hill to go down in the couple of miles between my dad’s cornfield and our farm. The bales are so heavy that it wasn’t really a problem as long as he went slow.
He hauled 80 of those bales home, with a heavy-duty hayrack borrowed from my Uncle Lyle. First, 6 at a time in a single layer. That went okay, so he decided to try 8 and stack 2 on top. (No more passengers at this point!) That went okay so eventually he tried 10, stacking 4 on top.
I just try to avert my eyes from all windows.
Once home of course it’s time to unload. Once again they wait until I’m not looking. I didn’t see it so I don’t know for sure, and nobody is volunteering any information, but I think perhaps the girls got to “ride” a few bales as they were unloaded. (Shudder) Fortunately Rafe is too
scared smart for that. (But apparently not smart enough to put on a coat – he’s in short sleeves and the girls are bundled up in Carharts.)
Then again, it’s possible they’re just trying to mess with me.
Then it’s just a matter of stacking, something boys big and little seem to have fun doing. He’s got bale spears on both the front and back of the tractor, and carries a hay bale on the back for weight and balance while unloading and stacking the cornstalk bales with the front spears.
Click here to see the finished stash.
A few of you wanted more info on my daily bread. So now I’m off to make bread and take pictures! Details tomorrow.