Terry sent me out to rake hay this morning. While I was out there, I noticed the condors alias the buzzards aka the vultures soaring on an updraft. From the east came pelicans who were also testing the air. It wasn't long before the vultures and the pelicans were riding the same updraft. Higher and higher - round and round they went, also moving to the north.
Kevin finished baling squares south of the house, but the hay in the field north of the house just wasn't ready to be baled.
Terry finished haybining part of the GF&P's weeds over east. I rode over and took some pictures of the pollinators. There were lots of beetles, but not many bees.
Later I used the T6070 to load round bales on hay wagons. And Terry used the 8-pack to load square bales.
Pumpkin vines run amok in the garden and are escaping through the plastic fence. I put a stool underneath this punkin because it was putting a lot of strain on the fence and it looked like it might tear.
I hope I don't have any dreams. The last few nights I have had really weird ones. Early this morning I dreamed that Terry traded our house for a huge old monstrosity of a house. It was old and in bad shape. Lots of steps. Only 3 skinny cupboards in the kitchen.
May you have sweet dreams. I'd better put clean sheets on the bed. Goodnight!