This year marks the third time we have chopped silage during Kenyon's existence. How is this possible? I have no earthly idea. Year one, he was just a few weeks old and kept falling asleep next to the roaring diesel bulldozer engine. Year two, he was interested yet still too small to be of much help. This year, he's practically a man and needs to be put to work. Obviously.
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| The evening prior, the men had a safety meeting. 'Cause that's how we roll. |
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| Obligatory 'first day of work' picture, complete with obligatory 'Mom, you're killing me' pose. |
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| Dumping a load of corn silage so the men can get to work packing it in. |
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| Brief tutorial on gears, levers and never making eye contact with the cameraman. |
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| Day 1 of cutting and packing. |
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| Day 3. A slightly noticeable change in size. |
The end.
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