Chaff cutting.

There was a soft cold wind blowing. The sun was setting and everybody had been fed and bunkered down for the night.  The cows stared on at us as we unbound the bale of hay we had bought. It was a good time to cut some of it up into chaff for the girls.  Johnny oiled the teeth and we wiped away the cobwebs that had collected over the summer.   We placed a big box at the bottom of the big wheel so the machine could spit out the chaff on the other side. Around and around she went, working and chewing through the hay. Johnny’s breathing rate increasing as he worked his upper arm muscles.  Me on the other side, feeding the mouth of the machine as it moved the hay faster and faster.  Boy a motorised cutter would have been ideal.   Exhausted after about 15 minutes, Johnny stood back to regain some energy and breath.  Perhaps we could hook it up to the tractor he says. Well I think that’s an excellent idea….