Wrong color of orange.
We did not get a baler until the mid 80s when grandpa had some heart problems. Until then we hauled it in loose. About 2:00pm grandpa would start to rake the hay into windrows, my brother and I would ride our bikes over there and by 3:00pm we were using pitchforks to make piles of hay about 3' around and high. The grownups would show up about 4:30. Mom or Aunt Dorothy would drive the tractor pulling the wagon( the smallest tractor in the picture, it was the biggest one we had at the time.)the men would load the wagon using pitchforks, there is a system to this to "build a load". The younger kids would ride on the wagon tramping down the hay as it was loaded.
When the wagon was loaded we headed for the barn, the wagon was pulled part way into the barn and unhitched. The tractor was then brought outside and used to push the wagon the rest of the way into the barn.
The tractor was then hooked to the rope connected to the hay fork. The hay fork was jambed down into the hay on the wagon and the tractor would pull the rope, a series of pulleys would take the hay fork with about 10 or 15 percent of the hay up and over the hay mow when the guy on the wagon (usually my dad) would pull the trip rope and drop the hay into the mow. The older boys were in the mow and would spread the hay around. The tractor would back up, the hay fork would come back down and the whole process started over again 6 or 8 times for a load. Then back to the field for another load.
You knew you were considered responsible when you got to drive the tractor pulling the hay rope, because of the way it was set up if you screwed up you would do a huge amount of damage to the barn.
About dark we would go up to the house for a cookout that grandma and the other women had ready. We ate outside or in the garage. Looking back I think that was because by this time we smelled too bad to allowed into grandmas house. lol