Well Saturday was a good day to be poor. All my hay was cut by a neighbor with a new discbine and I was going to bale 9 acres behind it with my old square baler. Got up at 5 am to work on my tractor and baler as the temp was to hit the unbelievable high of 86F
and at 5 it was 50F and beautiful out. By 11 am I was sweating and had the baler and tractor perfect
. Had a nap until 3 and then drove out in the scorching to check to see if the hay were dry. Was shooting at a few gophers when I saw dirt flying 200 yds away
. A damb badger was working some gopher holes so I drove over towards him for a look see. He came up at about 20 yds and promptly died for some reason. [I normally don't kill them but he was making a rough field worse.
] By 5 me and Donny decided to try baling and I took off only to make 715 bales without stopping for anything and was done by 8.30. Now on my old tractor you are a lot closer to nature than on the new big stuff and I saw many things. Had a big field mouse run out of a swath and I was cussing the raptors for not getting him when SWOOSH, down came a large hawk to get a snack. On every pass heading orth a very large weasel would go along beside/underneath me, one pass he went along for 200 yards before a large mouse came out and he was other wise entertained. Then on the next pass the varmint was running in front of the front tire when he stopped and I'm sure I ran over his tail, he jumped up on the swath and was giving me an ear full[Wish I coulda heard it over the machine noise] and I had to stop to keep from baling the dumb smuck.
What it looked like while I was baling.
Just as I was done with my square bales [fellow doing the rest of the field did 80 acres while I did 9
] my old Swedish neighbor showed up in the field. Then the other fellow stopped for fuel and we had a short BS session after which I told them both to come for coffee or whatever but the other baler said he would finish. Me and Rod[old swede] went to sit on the deck while my lad and 5 of his friends he had Tom Sawyered into helping haul the bales got at it. Rod and I sat and watched the other fellow make one bale after which he too came to the deck saying,"What the [L] am I gonna work until 1 am for as no one will notice in 30 years
. We BSed until 1 am and it was wonderful. At this time the crew of haulers showed up to eat before their last load and the wife had enough food for a small army which them buggers demolished. I swear the one lad ate his first hot dog by just simply pushing it down his throat while watched laughing. :shock By 2.30 the bales were in the stack and loosely tarped. Us old farts went to bed and the younguns disappeared to show up again at 10am.
In case someone has never seen a badger I got one on film[whatever] yesterday to show you.
https://youtu.be/GIKOZR388Bw