Today was the day that the nice farmer who cut our back field baled the hay. That meant that we had to get them put up into the hay loft in case it rains tonight, which it might. We were on a roll, having gotten about 2/3 of the bales up the old hay elevator (which I aptly named "The Beast" after my favorite roller coaster at Kings Island). After that, she refused to raise any more hay. The motor is going to need some work before she will be running again. We put the last few bales into the barn around 9:00 and called it a night. It was hard work, but good work. Chris and I are both going to feel it in the morning.
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