My little pick up can hold 20 bales of hay!
I heard a lot of noise coming from across the creek so ran back to take a peek. My neighbor was haying! I skipped across and told him I’d buy the whole field from him. Darling and I spent the evening and the next morning struggling to get it into the truck and back over here. Struggling not because they were heavy bales, but because they were full of tiny little arachnids! Disgusting!
Can you see it? I made it bigger so you could see it and be creeped out, too!
There were hundreds of them swarming all over the bales…
That first evening the sun was just setting over the hills. “Where’s you camera, mom? Why aren’t you taking pictures of this?” Well, my camera battery was being charged, what can I say? It was beautiful, just take my word for it. “We’ll have to come back tomorrow night at this time so you can take some.” Yes. Splendid idea. Except that the next morning it began to rain, and it would never do to leave hay in the field just for the slim possibility of a sunset photo of Darling stacking hay in the truck. So instead we hauled our rear ends over early in the morning to finish the job. Three more loads into my little pick up during the morning drizzle and we were done. And do you know what happened? The sun came out.
Darling is suddenly camera shy.