Hay season has arrived and Sten is working the "bugs" out of his new cutter. I ran for parts today and while I was waiting at the counter, I glanced behind me at a scene similar to the picture above.
Not long ago, a little towhead was beside me, tugging on my hand and begging, "Just one - please Mommy". Good thing I didn't succumb to his pleas more often as these "hay boy" trips to the John Deere store can get expensive!
When he was 1.5, he sat on Santa's lap and told him that he wanted a John Deere combine. Santa looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked, "Does he know what he's talking about"? Yep. When he was 2, we pulled the RV into a site at Lake Shasta and Sten immediately won the hearts of our neighbors - he peeked his head out the door and asked them - "Do you wanna see my John Deeres"? In the Sunday paper, the local John Deere dealer often has a full color insert. Sten would peruse that for hours - his favorite picture book - I finally started getting them laminated. Guess he was destined to be a hay boy.
My heart breaks for the Grotz family as they recently lost their son in a tragic farming accident. We think of them as "our kids", but they are only a gift. A most precious gift. See
http://tylergrotz.blogspot.com for the memorial.
Everyone loves before and after photos - even if it's on a poop truck! Please excuse the order of these pics - they are after, before, after
We recently purchased 2 used trucks from Florida. We had to cover the previous owner's graphics, so we decided to make a "splash" while we were at it. 
It's so different - it's going to take some getting used to - but we like it. It's definitely eye-catching.
Hay Boy is at it again. He is dressing the part with his Amish-ish facial hair. Last year, he finished with just over 6,000 bales - this year he's going to be right at 15,000!
This pick-up machine works awesome! It traps the bale and sends it up the chute. Looks like its from the horse drawn era, but it works! Best part - there's very little to break down (unlike the rest of this surly and cantankerous hay equipment)
7-11 is a big date in this house! We have- not one, but 2 birthdays to celebrate. Our first baby and our last baby.
Hay season has arrived and Sten is working the "bugs" out of his new cutter. I ran for parts today and while I was waiting at the counter, I glanced behind me at a scene similar to the picture above.
The Trials are over and we feel like we should get a gold medal for our efforts! Tonight they are busy pumping and transporting toilets back to the yard. This is our professional pumping and TP restocking crew. These units will be detailed and head out to different events Monday and Tuesday. 
Then we call in the brutes - the toilet movers. The trailer hauls 18 toilets, so these boys aren't gonna be done til 3 or 4 in the morning. Good thing they slept most of the day.
In the early 90s, we were the (extremely) proud owners of one of these monstrous cell phones - cutting edge technology. Having one of these dudes on your shoulder, tucked under your chin was a real statement. In a frustrated challenge- one of our kids once heatedly asked me (campaigning for their own phone) "How old were you when you got your first cell phone?" Uhhh, 22. LOL kiddo.
Our parents weren't quite as cool. They sported one of these bag phones and the little curly antenna on their back window. Sheesh - they are cooler than us now. Iphones and Kindles.