Right after work tonight, Daryl and I headed out to the field to get the last of the hay baled. I was hoping that we’d have as good as luck as we did the other night and for the most part that was true. I kind of freaked out when I looked back at the baler and where the hay was supposed to be going into it, it wasn’t moving. Now I’m a Rookie at driving the baler and I admit that. When I was growing up, there was 6 kids in our family and with me being towards the end of the line, I never really got to choose what I was going to be doing when we baled hay. I was always up in the barn helping stack the bales. Now don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a really bad job. But it could be a very itchy job or scratchy job just depending if you were stacking hay or straw. So this whole driving a tractor thing and especially a baler is fairly new to me. So tonight when it wasn’t working like I said I kind of freaked out! But just as I hit the tractor breaks and Daryl came off the wagon to see what was going on – you guessed it, it was working again. So I started to second guess myself and thought that maybe it was working after all? But then it did it again and part of me was happy because I knew that I didn’t make it up and the other part was thinking Holy Crap now what? Then I started to wonder if it was broke or what? But I guess the pin sheared off and he had it fixed in no time flat. Off we went again and this time with no surprises. At the end of the night we had another good part of the second wagon full and it’ll be enough to keep the cows happy for those cold winter days. Daryl ended up unloading it down in the barn aisle and he said that it really brought back that familiar smell in the barn when the whole hay loft would be full of fresh hay. 
The photo of the day is that of our apple tree that never has apples on it. For some reason this year she’s got a lot!
Both our trees are just loaded with apples this year