I am surrounded by some of the best folks on the planet up here. Folks that will stop what they’re doing at any given moment to help you, help a neighbor, or simply help each other out.
I spent the better part of the week in a tractor making square bales; it was virtually too windy to ride with any semblance of comfort, so the tractor was a good alternative, and besides that the alfalfa is lovely and needs to be baled while it is still green.
Yesterday after making two passes (in which this time the square baler only broke 8 bales instead of the usual 5 in half a windrow) we needed to go pick up the bales to stack them in the barn. We’ll feed them to the horses that we’ll keep up this winter (mine) and to the first-calf heifers (long yearling maiden bovines that are having babies for the first time, for you city-folks) that will be in the barn, in the calving pen. But the majority of the hay will be fed to my ponies.
I drove, and Zach picked up bales to throw in the trailer, and we hadn’t been out there 5 minutes, and his little brother shows up to help. Did he have to? No. But he did, and it made the trip through that 50 acre pasture, much faster. That’s pretty typical around here. Everyone helps everyone else, out. Some days it makes for a day when you accomplish less than what you need to; other days you get everything you need to get done for the day, done.
Either way- nice folks- sorta like my folks. Refreshing.