….with sever thunderstorms in the forecast. Other than the sever weather warnings I could use a weathering day off. Don’t mean there’s nothing to do. One of the first things needing doing around here for an all to soon field activity requires the fixing and/or making of electric fence posts for dividing up the now mowed pastures.
It’s about time I talk the ladies out of the hay yard. They’ve done a good job cleaning it up for me; but, now I need that area for their winter stores. Next bit of pasture they’s going to like. Lots of tender grasses and legumes. They’s going to wear smiles for a few days at least.
Machinery line up.
Here I am. Your man of action.
Looking for a breather from the Michigan Heat wave I brought out the Cushman for my day’s work horse of choice. Ha! I get to other end Bro needs hay. What’d he do with the hay I delivered last night. Then he tells me wrong. He needs dry hay. What’s he do with it, feeds it to his girls. I’ve got a hot bale here to go… I’ll see to it he’ll get it tomorrow. I fix.
So, it were back home I’m was to go, hay wagon in tow behind Cushman. That drive should have gotten a couple raised eyebrow takes. Idée biddy Cushman Dwarfed, towing monstrous wagon.
Spent most my day around the shop doing a bit of this, a bit of that. Got onto working over my salt feeder at long last. I hopefully want to find one missing washer to finish the project lid on the salt dispenser tomorrow. Next trick will be getting it on Ugly for home’s return. Meanwhile, I managed to return the Ford digger back home which seems next to impossible to anyone else with the exception of myself. Glad it is finally home. Perhaps, just perhaps I may finish the grading the lower drive way before dropping the back blade for the bush-hawg. Don’t knoa what it is? Suddenly exhaustion id taking over what’s left my good senses. BGKC.