Driving through the country you can see fields dotted with bales of hay. It brings back memories when I was young growing up on my family farm in Illinois. Believe it or not, I used to drive the tractor pulling the baler. That was probably one of the coolest jobs to have when baling hay. After the mix of clover, alfalfa and timothy was packed into square bales, I had one of the hottest jobs. I stacked the hay in the barn. I remember having to wear jeans and a long sleeve shirt in the hot, moggy hayloft. My dad says this hard work was necessary to not only feed my horse, but it 'built character.' Years later, I guess I agree.Thursday, August 2, 2007
Hay, Hay
Driving through the country you can see fields dotted with bales of hay. It brings back memories when I was young growing up on my family farm in Illinois. Believe it or not, I used to drive the tractor pulling the baler. That was probably one of the coolest jobs to have when baling hay. After the mix of clover, alfalfa and timothy was packed into square bales, I had one of the hottest jobs. I stacked the hay in the barn. I remember having to wear jeans and a long sleeve shirt in the hot, moggy hayloft. My dad says this hard work was necessary to not only feed my horse, but it 'built character.' Years later, I guess I agree.