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| On the way down to the bottoms |
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| A view of the cows through the trees |
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| This is why I love the farm. |
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| Yes, that's the tractor I got married on |
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| Putting on gloves |
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| We had over 170 bales |
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| I had fewer bales than Daniel did on his side, so I took a few moments to photograph Mom. |
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| Dad stacking. |
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| Dad being goofy. |
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| For the second half of the field, Dad and Daniel had me drive the tractor. |
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| My view on the way up the hill. |
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| The tractor I drove up the hill. It didn't like the steep hill, heavy load and gravel. |
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| Moving cows from one pasture to another. |
Last weekend I went home to the farm. I was unaware, but Dad cut hay last week. Friday night when I got home, he asked if I would help. Ended up, Mom drove for awhile while my brother Daniel, me, and Dad loaded bales. Then I drove the second tractor, and helped Dad load the bales into the barnloft. Typically this ordeal includes more than four people but we were a little shorthanded this weekend.
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