It's July 11 so that would make it our anniversary, yeah, 53 years, all good of course. So, what do we do to make it special, yeah, bale hay, oh well it was only 90 degrees today and hot. It's always hot when you are putting up hay. And we only had 125 bales, so not to bad. All our horses died of old age, and we traded horse back riding for Oliver camping. Called moving on to the next station in life. Now we are still stuck with one old cow that may just live forever. We should be putting her in the freezer and leave the hay in the field. Oh well, such is life.
Oh and the hay baler is a Oliver too. It has up to today been a royal pain in the neck, keeping the knotter working, but today it was perfect, every single bale was tied perfect. Could it be the Oliver parked next to the house is shedding some of it's karma on the old Oliver baler? We sure hope so.
Now with the hay in the barn, we can now start packing up the good Oliver for a trip with the Grandson to Cape Canerval for a rocket launch. Let the fun begin.
Stan