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Sunday, 5 August 2012

And then it was Sunday

Fortunately for all,


Wallace fuelled the troops


with fruit kebabs


before the afternoon's hay collection commenced.



Dad thought there'd only be about one hundred and twenty bales.


Alas, he under-estimated.


And yes, those pesky heifers shouldn't be in there.  Who left the gate open???


Three hundred and four bales later,

 
and with the sun falling rapidly in the west,


the fruit kebabs were well and truly digested and all were ready for a Sunday night steak burger.

13 comments:

  1. Those kids work hard don't they? I'd love to send mine out to your farm to teach them a bit of discipline and work ethic and how to cook.

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  2. You never disappoint, Fiona. Yep, like Carmel says, their work ethic is extraordinary. J x

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  3. Wonderful photos. And all that hay- great work.
    x

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  4. 120 became 304??? I dare say nothing about Dad's estimation skills (well at least the number went up and not down).....but Wallace's fruit kebabs look fantastic. Mare

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  5. Wow that's a lot of mulch for thr garden! lol

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  6. I dare say Dad was lulling you all into a false sense of security...a bit like The Husband here, who once told me years ago, sore bottomed on my horse after a long day at the back of the mob, walking down an unfamiliar fenceline, "only one km to go!!!" which turned out to be the longest one kilometre ever, more like four.

    needless to say, I take with a grain of salt any proclaimed distances from his part these days.

    I have memories of my childhood, stacking square bales of Very Heavy mitchell/flidners grass hay in our body truck (crate on), as it crawled across the paddock, thankfully with elevator attached. Then home again, and stacking it, bale by wretched bale, in the old shearing shed. Funny thing, when all child labour had grown up and flown the nest, big round bales and tractors came into the workforce...

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  7. Let's not complain about a few extra bails. They will be appreciated one day. You probably would not have enjoyed your party so much if you knew you had 300 bales waiting nto be picked up next morning.

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    1. Old Nev, Trevor (aka The Husband) read your comment, laughed and agreed with you, as he has with previous comments of yours on my blog.

      He also noted what a good job the kids did on stacking those bales so neatly. He's new to this blog reader business, thank your lucky stars Fiona that the How part of commenting has so far escaped him!

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  8. Isn't it amazing how a "few bales" can turn into so many more? I imagine the kids slept very well that night!

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  9. After a childhood of bale carting I was overjoyed when we moved to big bales. I could never work out which was worst - soft, heavy hay bales or light but very scratchy straw bales.
    A good day's work by the look of things.

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  10. Beautiful photos, I am coveting those plump strawberries.

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  11. The upside that the Actual was better than the estimate, the downside is having to pick them all up. I remember that happening to Dad once but I got to drive the truck! You tell a great tale and you. Have pesky heifers too!

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  12. I think Dads in general are notorious underestimators .. especially when it requires labour intensive work. I am impressed with Wallace's fruit threading skills, I've also enlisted child labour into the kitchen recently - it's pretty fabulous!

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