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Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Hay, hay, hay...what a beautiful day!
The barley has been cut and all the haybales look really pretty scattered about the field. I do remember the days of rectangular bales but hardly anybody does them anymore. Baling time
George thought it was rather fine to roll about in the cut barley - probably gives him a good scratching. It does mean that there's an absolute plethora of beasties about for him to catch now that there cover has been cut. Rolling, rolling, rolling
But to be on the safe side he thought he'd run up onto the top of one of the bales just to make sure he could get the best view possible. Daftie! King of the haybales!