 you know, maybe 25 or 50 bales of hay laying in the field, and I'm like, oh, goody, I'll go get them. She goes, but they haven't been baled yet. And I'm like, oh, well, what do you mean? I need to come over and look. So I go over and look, and I can see that it's, oh, we're going to be pitchfork, old-fashioned, what do they call those guys, Amish style, pitchforking the hay up onto a big old trailer.