I can't drive a silage chopper.
Or a gigantical tractor.
Or a truck.
Or anything more than a Gator or a lawn mower really.
But I can, and I do, have huge amounts of respect for the guys who are up and at 'em at 6:00 a.m. and are still going at 9:00 p.m., chopping silage and packing it down.
Cookies don't say "thank you" quite well enough, but to the guys I know who work in acres and seasons and not always in hours and work weeks,