Let the Swathing Begin

My new job on the farm is beck n' call girl for Farm Boy. I can't go anywhere, because he might need a pepsi, or bacon and egg sandwhich, or want me to check his e-mail, or ?????? Swathing season is here. That means Farm Boy gets to go around and around for hours lost in his own thoughts. He contemplates life, plans hunting trips, and thinks of new toys he has to have. Yesterday, he almost ran over a nest of baby hawks and wanted me to take them home in a box, it's a good thing I was pickin' up the kids at Grandma's and couldn't. (Don't worry, He moved the nest over and the mama found them.)





I really don't mind my new job and every once in awhile he does come up with a pretty good idea.