Fall into Winter

So we tackled the field. The six of us...with an old rickety tractor and a square baler our Opa (grandpa) used when he farmed on the dairy, we made it a family affair. Although nothing started out good - I couldn't get the tractor started, the stooker had a flat tire and patience was wearing thin - we managed to get things going...Britt, dad and I picked the bales that mom, Jesse and Trevor were making and stacked each one individually into the shed with a newly formed hole in the side - nothing a chainsaw can't take care of....400 bales later...exhaustion hit.

As well as some fall photos from around the farm yard.