With my head held high, I rode proudly with Mom to the middle field. It was here she and I and Dad are working to harvest the last of the alfalfa; now turned to hay.
Just going out to help my people is a very moving experience—I sometimes even get tears in my eyes. Of course, it could be because we are on the four-wheelers. Also, if the wind is blowing the little bits of dust does seem to make my eyes water. (Just saying.)
We went out early, then almost early, then sorta early, by this time it was getting hot. After that Mom and I came in and fixed lunch. I got (2) TWO, mind you chicken wing bones! I also got ½ can of 98% beef and a rub on the belly and both my ears scratched. There is always free-to-eat-anytime dry as sawdust kibble, but I don’t figure it counts are real food.
Since Mom and Dad were concerned that a rain storm was due to come in; right after the lunch dishes were done, we went back out.
It was HOT out there!
I mean so hot my tongue hung clear out of my mouth and dropped saliva all down the fender on my side of the four-wheeler.
I mean it was HOT! After the morning, which was sorta on the cold side, getting used to the heat was something else.
So when Mom came in with the second load, (Mom picks up the broken bales and the loose alfalfa –the stack wagon can’t get that stuff) of a broken bale. (There were three broken bales and two loads of loose stuff. Mom’s trailer holds one broken bale.) I STAYED HOME!
The second she drove into the hay barn I jumped off and headed to my water dish and my spot in the shade.
There I stayed even when Mom called and asked if I wanted to go back out with her…I just wagged my tail and laid my body flat in the cool shady grass. I would have gone if she had made me, but Mom didn’t make me. I heard the four-wheeler go out then a little while later, in mid-snooze, I heard her come back in. Then go out………………
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Life on a Colorado Farm 