The father in law and I put out hay this morning.  He really did all of the work but I'm really good at working the gates.  Except when I stop to take a picture and he yells at me because he has to go to the bathroom and can I just take the darn picture, already.  Whatever, the lighting was bad and I was  trying to get him out of the shadows but if he wants to be immortalized in bad lighting, fine, bad lighting it is. Love ya, Farrel.