Yesterday evening was the raking, baling and stacking event for the grass seed acreage that surrounds the Beck Farm, the name I have given my friends' place just on the other side of town. I get such a kick out of watching the different equipment used to get the various jobs done. Clever engineers out there somewhere. I'm geeky enough to enjoy those "How It's Made" shows on Discovery and watching it first hand is nifty. Did I just say "nifty?" Yesterday's process followed the cutting, the threshing, the loading and hauling of full trailers of grass seed (yes, large trailers that hook on to a truck) that took place a few days earlier. It's amazing, the equipment arrives like a swarm of bees and in a few hours they have about 60 acres complete and then the team moves on to the next field on the the long list. And, yes, they travel to the next job on the street, so pity the fool that gets stuck driving behind them at two miles an hour. Now that the baling is complete another team will come in and cut the grass very low and the whole process starts again for next year. It's a busy (and dusty) time here for anyone involved with farming. 
That includes the dogs who went wild all evening -- running up and down the fences of the property making sure that those "monsters" stayed on their side of the fence. Needless to say, little Beatrix has been zonked all day -- but I think by providing the "back-up" all week for Missy, her sister at the farm, little Bea is finding her girlish-figure again. Maybe I should take a page from her book...tomorrow!
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