Once the hay is cut, it is a family affair to get it out of the field. I always warn John that I can't help if he makes the bales heavier than 50 pounds. He forgot and these babies were probably close to 65 to 70 pounds. So guess what? I couldn't help. So I took pictures.
Case has a few years before he can handle the 65 pound bales, too, so he gets the easy job. He thought it was pretty funny if we were all standing on the rack and he hit the brakes. We threatened him with 65 pound bales and he straightened right up!
McCain conditions at the high school three times a week. He can no longer protest the weight of the bales. But he is sure not to overdo it either. Do you think he knows I'm taking his picture?
Check out the clouds in the background. The evening sky was awesome! There was some lightning and thunder in the distance.
That one doesn't look too big. I think he thought I should have been able to load that one!