This morning was another hay working day but with a difference. I had to do loads of it on my own which meant lots of going up and down ladders.
Some of the work crew were scared of the noise from the hay elevator.
I would unload a heap of hay load it onto elevator till there was a pile in the loft,
climb the ladder stack hay then back down the ladder.
I would have loved a fireman’s pole to go back down, might have made it easier.
After a while some people did turn up which made life much easier and the hay was stored in double time. But Bodacious who is usually in the middle of everything that is going on in the yard only makes an appearance when the last bale is going clackity clack up to the loft.
Bodacious then insists that he must help at least with the cleaning up.
Curious as ever everything needed inspecting.
All Bodacious did was get in the way trying to be helpful after a long day
Now hay does make a sweet smelling bed for a cat but not when your loading up a wheelbarrow.
He was not amused that I put a fork full of hay on top of him.
Finally he goes and lies down in a huff out of the way.
When the clearing up of spilled hay is finally done there is one last job to do before supper which is walk around the sheep fields to make sure all is well. This is Bodacious favorite job.
Finally it is supper time and I am starving!!!