The rain delayed making my hay. I was very upset and afraid it was just going to sit there and rot. Well, today the nephew and the boy started baling my hay.
Yummy, yummy hay. Doesn't it look good. Well, the clouds threatened.
The baler broke.
It was a fiasco. Finally, the boy brought a few bales here, and the human's friend, Mrs. Dash, added some seasoning to the hay.
While the nephew was delivering these bales, the nephew was making stacks for the cows. It's not quite the hay we had anticipated, but it isn't going to waste.