Over the BARn Land in the Field

Last week, I heard the dogs going crazy over in the BARn field. I looked out, but didn't see the dogs, or anything amiss. I did notice a red Gator-like vehicle driving up the gravel road. Then down the gravel road. It made several trips. I figured it was somebody's guest, visiting during the summer, out joyriding. The dogs weren't chasing is. They're pretty good about that. They weren't even standing at the edge of the yard barking, as is their method of protecting their territory.

As I pulled out of the driveway in my quest for a 44 oz Diet Coke, I saw that red Gator-like vehicle parked at the side of the road, across from the BARn field. It was behind a big blue tractor. A guy was fiddling around with the tractor's entrails. I didn't recognize him. I could see that he'd been blading the gravel on the road. I figured he was having issues with the tractor, and went my merry way. It's not like I'm some kind of gearhead who could fix his tractor.

When I came home, the red Gator-like vehicle was gone, along with the guy, but the blue tractor remained. I made sure to look down into the BARn field to see if Hick's blue tractor was parked there as usual. It was.

The next day, as I left for town, I saw that guy in the neighbor's field, riding that blue tractor, apparently baling hay. He reminded me of Hick, but with black hair. Or should I just say, hair. He was bumping along on that blue tractor, shirtless, sweating like a woman practicing the world's oldest profession, in a place of worship. This is the field across from the BARn field, where the neighbors sold all their rocks to that guy who offered Hick $20,000 for ours. The ones Hick is keeping as our retirement nest egg.

Anyhoo... Monday I got a picture of the baled hay. Like Ed Sheeran singing about his first kiss in "Castle on the Hill," I don't reckon this hay-baler guy did it right, either.

Hick said the guy's baler was messed up. That it was tying one string tighter than the other one. That's what made some of the bales all humped-up. Because Hick knows stuff like that. He's a born machine trouble-shooter. He also knew something else.

"That guy with the blue tractor, baling, is the lawyer who's doing our trust for Hick House."

Well. I hope he's better at lawyering than he is at baling.