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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Spear It

We've had a couple of folks wanting round bales in the last two days. Yesterday, when one of his friends came to get a bale for his cow, I decided to snap a few pictures.

First he backs the tractor toward the bales:


Then he spears one. . .


. . . and backs it toward the wagon.


It's in!


Then I notice that Melody could use another bale since she unrolled the last one and turned it into a nest for little Ruby Sherwood, the daycare dog.


Off John goes again with the tractor. He lines up the spear. . . 


. . . and lifts the bale. . .


. . . and carries it directly to the pasture.


After he puts the bale in, Melody inspects it.

 Hmmm. Smells like a good vintage.


 Maybe a little taste from the top. 

And from the bottom, too.

Yep, it'll do.

Today, he speared a bale and delivered it to a neighbor's horse down the road. I decided it was too cold to go out and take pictures. You see one horse start munching a bale, you've seen them all. . . . 
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3 Comments:

Blogger Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Country said...

Aw, look at Ruby. I think she's really your dog!

10:41 PM  
Blogger Becky Mushko said...

Nope, Ruby comes here for day care as soon as her mommy goes to work and usually waits here for her mommy to return. She watches for her mommy's vehicle and takes off after it when she sees it. If Mommy is late, Ruby worries.

11:04 PM  
Blogger Sweet Virginia Breeze said...

Seems like lots of folks are moving hay bales. I've seen big trucks go by the house with 10 to 12 bales on them.

8:53 PM  

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