The F word.....

A phone call this morning from next door neighbour wondering if my baler was still hitched up.
It is the village fete on Saturday, and they use his field as the venue. He had topped the grass for them and wanted the cuttings baled up out the way. It was a bit of a tight squeeze getting up the lane between the houses, but managed ( just )
That's me done my good deed for the year any way.
When the sun came out I went away and scattered the grass we hope to make into hay, then had to help wee brother calve a heifer. She had a muckle big bull calf, but it's out alive. She took a while to get up on her feet, but fingers crossed she will be OK.
They have started cutting wheat down in bandit country again so the straw will be to bale tomorrow if it is fit. The only problem is that all the little angels get out of school at lunch time on a Friday so any bales will need to be lifted straight away.