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.