Yesterday was a dark day of growling thunder and intermittent rain. I managed to get in four hours of brush-hogging between the rain drops and mucking, milking, and moving the sheep.
Four hours a day fighting the machine over the rocks and bumps is about all my upper body can stand anyway, even with short breaks at other tasks to catch my breath and recover. As usual, I severely underestimated the difficulty of the job and the time necessary to get it done.
It didn’t help that on Saturday, when my arm muscles were screaming, Rick the hay man showed up unexpectedly with a trailer-load of bales to be unloaded and stacked in the barn. (Allen’s voice in my ear: Done whinin’?)
Working non-stop all weekend, I only managed to mow about 1/7 of the field. A little more than an acre. It’s disappointing but I learned a lot. Now I know the tool will work for my purposes. I just need to devote more time and more energy.
DH left on a business trip to California yesterday at 4 AM. Today I return the machine and drive to Albany to pick up Lucy.