Making hay while the sun shines.

I'm riding along thinking about all the abandoned homes, in this part of Croatia most home owners were Serbs, many fled in the 1990's and only a few returned. Then I look across to the fields on the left and see them making hay while the sun shines.

 

Three tractors, one towing the rake, a kind I'd not seen before, kind of had a sideways action.

 mower and rake. 

mower and rake. 

 

One towing the baler, this driver would be the farm owner I imagine. Dad seldom let any of us drive with tractor with the baler!!

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Then the third tractor was towing the trailer while the bales were being loaded by hand, well by pitch fork really. I stopped to take a photo and they all started waving and yelling. And I thought, yikes, they don't want me to take photos , then I realised they did like the attention so I road down the side lane and walked across the paddock to the guys loading the trailer. None of them understood English and we had a funny time communicating in signs and actions. They wanted me to sit on the tractor, then gave me a pitch fork to see if I could load a bale. No way. I could lift one of the bales, but not chuck it on the load.

 I'm dressed like an Aussie hay carter, boots, jeans and checked shirt with the sleeves torn out!!  

I'm dressed like an Aussie hay carter, boots, jeans and checked shirt with the sleeves torn out!!  

 

Theses guys had guns to be proud of. They know all about hard work and were very happy  and proud of their achievements. 

 Dad, 42 and three boys and Harri wanted to be part of the action too.  

Dad, 42 and three boys and Harri wanted to be part of the action too.  

 Nothing smells as wonderful as fresh mown grass. Breath in. . . .  

Nothing smells as wonderful as fresh mown grass. Breath in. . . .