Tucking in the baler

Today, George and I moved the hay baler into the metal garage.   This is always a tricky procedure, because it has to go in slant-wise, backwards, in order to fit.  The person (George) driving the tractor can't see what he might be about to hit, like the side of a building, so has to rely on someone (me) making hand signals from the ground.

I tend to drop my arms when I want someone to stop, and George expects arms to be raised for a stopping signal.   This can cause minor difficulties.

But, the procedure was a success, and we had a few inches to spare when we fit the farm tractor in beside the baler for the winter.