Farm Boy

Neighbor Tracy parked the swather here at our house again. Oh joy. Looks like Daddy and I get to cut the grass again.

Few minor repairs needed. Better check it out with Daddy and give him my two cents (just so he knows I am Mommy's boy!).

OK, back in the cab for a systems check. "Caleb ... what are you doing in there?" says Daddy.

Seriously, are we ready yet or what? I'm dying here.

Time to go. Didn't die afterall.



And we're off ...

Still making my motor sounds ...

Sure do love being a farm boy.