Hay hauling day

This morning was our annual day to help my Dad get his hay for the year. Boy, do I hate working with hay. Very hot. Very hot. Very sweaty. Oh, and the countless comments from Daddy about "Well, it doesn't get this hot in your air conditioned office now does it!" He says it every year. I really dislike that comment but he is right, it never gets THAT hot in the office and I am grateful. I am spoiled by the air conditioning but I don't have a problem with that.

Dinner, the rooster I gave Daddy, was very interested in the whole

unloading process. He is such a good chicken. Very friendly. Notice his ball on his left foot. He got stepped on by a horse and it nearly cut his foot off. It is all healed now but still has this huge ball on it. He kind of limps.