The end of an era

Day Seven: This picture was taken one early summer evening in June 2005. There's my Dad with a bale, his "hired hand" Rod waiting to stack and my cousin Gordon waiting for the next bale to come up the elevator. For as long as I can remember while growing up on the farm there was a lot of straw and hay baling to do. I hated it of course. It's hot dusty and back breaking work. This time was different though. Dad announced that after 50 years in the baling business he was selling the baler. He said he was getting too old and it was getting harder and harder to find willing help. I can understand that, but I still was sorry to see the baler go. It was sold to an enthusiastic fellow from a few counties over so I'm glad its still at work.