chopping thanks

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, 

thank you.