Bale Hauling Season

Harvest is complete...now Hauling Bales Season is upon us. The beginning of this phase was celebrated yesterday with the sacred "Repair the Flat Tire" Ceremony. A sense of resignation has fallen over local farmers.

Harvest time..

AKA...Farm Machinery Repair Season.

Peter returned from a day of cutting the other day with a big black eye. Questions about the hay bine (cutting machine thingee) received no reply. On the upside, said hay bine is still out in the field and not crowding out the baler awaiting repairs in front of the shop.

Yay.

Random

The ridiculous-ness of the yard tractor parking lot.

Saskatchewan yacht

Useful as a brick...

Uncle Peter took off on a road trip last week for Phoenix, leaving a huge vacancy in the farm labour force, thus Chris and I were called in off the bench.

My morning, I was briefed on my duties in assisting the delivery of some bales to the field that still didn't have quite enough grass for munching.

I lounged in the truck waiting for the tractor to appear and enjoyed the morning.  Eventually the tractor came chugging along...

As it got nearer, I leapt into action, donned my rubber gloves, freed the electric fence wires off a post and held them down for the tractor to roll over.

I returned to lounging.

The tractor completed it's circuit, I held down the wires, it left the field and I reattached the wires and headed home.

I donned on me that the basically, I had been a human brick...holding down the wires.  Huh.

I pointed that out to Dad...he agreed...and shortly thereafter, we were fired.

Dad claims it was because the grass had started growing enough, but Chris took it pretty badly.  He got 'sick' the very next day and wouldn't get out of bed.

Aw...

Daddyyyyyyyy!!!!

Dexter woke up from his afternoon nap to find a familiar face smiling at him. "Daddy!!!!" had arrived.

Cruising into the yard early in the afternoon with the requisite Tim Horton's debris in the backseat and grid road dust coating the back bumper, Chris emerged, stretched and declared himself good to keep going. Apparently once he found his groove, he was good to make it to Vancouver. :)

Nonetheless he decided to stay here and was treated to a tour of the rooms which have been cleared out to make way for all our stuff which, incidentally, is arriving on Wednesday. Two more sleeps until we can nest.

Dexter then set a blistering pace on his battery-powered ride 'em tractor on an excursion to go see the cows. He has yet to manage to steer and hit the 'gas' pedal simultaneously, but hey, baby steps.

Sadly, the cows had wandered too far into the bush to be viewed and we had to settle for watching Uncle Peter bringing the big tractor in for the day. Again....ooh..aah.

Today's noteworthy moments...ordered a phone line, to be activated tomorrow...set up an appointment to go visit a daycare as we begin the Relentless Pestering step of working our way through the waitlist...and Dexter has entered his I Love to be Naked phase.

Tomorrow...we tackle car insurance. Wish us luck. And...I will attempt to get some pictures posted.

For now, all is well. Daddy's home! :)