There may not be anything too exciting about loading hay, but I think that it is worth blogging about considering Dave is still healing from three broken ribs.
My dad came out to get some hay. He helped too and didn't do too shabby considering he isn't a kid anymore. Not to mention he had to take it home and unload all of it himself. These are not small bales. They weigh over 100 pounds a piece.
The dogs thought it was great fun. Everything is an adventure to them.