Haying.

Goodness, I'm behind. Nearly a week later from our cutting hay event and I'll bet you're wondering if ever got baled.  Okay, so you're probably not wondering, but it did get baled.

Because the tractors showed up at breakfast time, we were in our pajamas. No time to change, can't miss any of this important business.

 You see who is in his daddy's lap?  A mighty happy boy, that's who.

 As a bonus? They leave their stuff here overnight, on purpose.  We end up with a county fair, right in our yard!

 More room to run.

 A better view of the train.

 And two happy little farmers who can't wait for second cuttin'.