It's No Different In November than July

It's no different in November than it is in July. Hayin' that is. Big D came trudging home and was makin himself a sandwich at about 2:30 this morning. He had spent all night baling. Just like the hayin' crew does in July. But this years weather has been so willy-nilly, its crazy. I guess that's why we are haying in November. I heard the neighbors calves a'bawling this morning. They must have been getting ready to ship the calves or at least just wean. It was a comforting sound. A nostalgic sound. A 'life doesn't get any better than this' sound on a cool crisp morning. But like the last few years I didn't get to enjoy any of it. I was running late for work and I hadn't even gotten T loaded into the pickup. So I strapped her in, and myself and off we were. Me, feeling sorry for myself because I have to go to town and work and not help the neighbors, and T singing Old McDonald.

Picture Of Dad's Calves at Branding Time

Haying in November?

I checked the calender. I know for a fact last weekend was Halloween. And I still am in shock. We are haying. In November. Or should I say the Big D is haying in November. Down on the river bottom. The Big Green Tractor is a rollin'. It's just crazy. I realize in some parts haying in November is common. But in Montana? Crazy. We have hayed through September. And there has definetly been haying in October. But this is November. The 8th of November. We are talking 18 days from Thanksgiving. I have Halloween decorations all packed up. It's crazy. I am starting to believe when I ask Big D when he thinks we will get to combine all the corn that is still standing, and he answers back "I am thinkin' Christmas Day." that he may just be right. Last night we were supposed to attend a friends 30th birthday party. I am sure they thought I was telling a big fat lie when I said we couldn't make it 'cuz we were a'hayin! It's just plum crazy!