Cliff and I don't make our living farming. We do manage to produce enough hay for our horse and cow, and for the other two horses who live here. Modern farm equipment costs in the thousands of dollars, and of course we can't come up with that kind of money for a "hobby farm".
So we buy old, used farm equipment that has to be babied along when it's put to work. Equipment that a real farmer would haul off, probably, as junk. Stuff we buy for $500 or $1,000, bought new would cost more than our entire forty-plus acre place is worth.
There's a certain sense of adventure each time Cliff gets ready to mow a hay crop. You can bet that the mower or the rake or the baler is going to need some sort of repair before the job is finished. At the very least there'll be a sheared pin. Don't ask me what that is, because I don't have a clue; I do know Cliff keeps extras around, and they don't cost much.
The big round baler often has a problem tying the bales properly, and Cliff will get off the tractor, climb up onto a step he added to the baler, and help with the tying process. Hey, it beats picking up a hundred-fifty small square bales in ninety-five-degree heat, putting them on a wagon, hauling them to the barn, and lifting them off the wagon! Cliff can move the big round bales with a tractor equipped with a bale spike, so the tractor does most of the work. All I had to do was open the gate for him as he was coming and going.