Michael was baling hay before lunch this morning and is still out on the tractor here at 8pm. The rain has held off and that is a good thing but he is about to run out of dry hay—the hay needs to dry for about 48 hours before baling and he has caught up with what has dried a sufficient amount of time.
The weeds had overtaken my pathetic excuse for a garden so weeding was first on my agenda today. Then I decided to tackle some other weeds—one of the most prevalent noxious weeds in Montana is burdock—it forms huge burrs that have many, many seeds in each burr that attach to animals such as deer and cattle spreading the weed far and wide. Just outside the kitchen window behind this huge prickly bush I have been noticing a burdock plant developing seed pods. I climbed up the hill above the weed with my shovel and was about to use my foot to push the shovel into the plant’s root when I lost my footing and fell down into the prickly bush and the burdock plant. Couldn’t get up, couldn’t get out of the bush—squirmed around, turned the air blue and was finally able to free myself—GEEZ!
And if that wasn’t enough work, I got out the weedeater. By lunch time I was beat—hot and sweaty!
As I have finished swathing the hay my job now is to take care of Michael—take him lots of water and ice cream fudge bars. Take him oil and baling twine. Emmi gets to go with me so that makes for one happy dog!