Haying before the storm

Two lads holding onto a double sized tarp, pulling it up over the top of two fully loaded hay wagons when the wind picks up. Those boys fight hard and win, until the wind grabs the tarp as if to yank it and billow it up and off the wagon. The boys do not give up.

Meanwhile, a tractor is out in the field chasing windrows that are running faster than the tractor hauling the baler can keep up with. Fully powering the tractor, means the baler is going top speed. The driver looks back to see the bales flying over the top of the wagon and back onto the ground.

Next trip around the field, the boys are still wrestling the tarp and the unforgiving wind.

Next trip around, the tractor and baler are still chasing windrows.

Finally, the hay is strewn all over the field, as if a tedder has come through and mangled every last windrow. There is no use trying to bale it now.  The boys have won the tarp fight. All is well, no hay is lost to what little rain came out of it. A day to remember.

And after the windrows had been raked again, fourteen bales were baled on the calm day that followed.