Last contractions

Holy... More trouble, again. Hopefully these will be the final contractions of my little adventure...

Apparently I used my seat on a flight from Toronto to Atlanta (planned for the end of next week), already, way back in April, coming back from Boston to NYC. Good thing I know I had been rebooked or something like that... Found this out when I was trying to lengthen my stay in Canada for a little bit.
Now I'm happy I was supposed to be flying over Atlanta, don't even want to know what would have happened without a transfer. Probably had to book a brandnew ticket. And happy to find out now, and not next week at Toronto Airport.

This way, the only result is that I will be seeing more states in America. Twenty two hours and twenty minutes in the bus... Or 890 miles. Or 1432 kilometers. Bus transfers in Detroit, Michigan and Nashville, Tennessee. What a joke. It's almost Texas down there. Guess I could go and drink some Corona's in Mexico...

A very happy birthday

This morning, there was not a single square bale in this barn.

Today, I enjoyed my birthday, very much. After morning chores, Jim, grandpa, Johnny and me 'did hay', out in the fields. Clear blue sky. Turkey vultures circling around high up. Close to 30 degrees. Eating sand while riding on the empty or full hay wagons, to/from field or barn. Lunch at grandma's, with the humming birds enjoying their feeder outside. More tossing square bales around. And more. And more. Best drinks of water ever. After that, a beer, or two, and Sam's company, during milking. Pork chops for supper. Ice cream in Seaforth, just minutes before they close at 22.00, for desert. A hot shower. A report to you all.


Show in Stratford.

They actually spray paint on cow feet... (Plus Melissa's boots, and my Converse)

Drove about 700 clicks to visit Jake and Annie VanderMeulen in their new home, for a couple of days.

My bed, there. Mhmmm.

Grandpa, driving the John Deere, with the baler, and Jim, picking them up.

Between milking, and also at night, the ladies enjoy some fresh air, exercise, flies and sun.

Good night!

Parr Line, Varna, Ontario.

Lazy ladies.

The first sqare bales.

Grandpa, in full swing.

The oats.

Good thing, about the rain, is that the corn grows nicely.

Three minutes old.

Couple of hours later.

Cutting hay.

Lake Huron.

Nobody tried, but I'll tell you anyway. It's corn flour, from the feed cart.

Interview.