Throwback at Trapper Creak!!
Remember that hay that was getting wet? All baled and acting like 400+ sponges.
We have spent the last 2 1/2 days of DH’s vacation, cutting all the bales and spreading them by hand back into windrows. How’s that for backwards thinking? We have to be able to pick it up out of the field. Since we are only partially mechanized, not using bale wagons to pick up the hay etc. We are stuck having to have it dry enough for our loader to pick up. At this point, we will TRY to get it dry enough to bale AGAIN, and salvage it for carbon, using it as bedding. Some bales were fairly dry inside, others were starting to heat. Believe me, if there was a easier more mechanized way to do this, we would be doing it. We can’t leave the hay in the field in the bale form and if we can’t get it dry enough to bale and pick up, we will probably just hog mow the windrows to chew them up and it will become fertilizer. We are tired and sore!
That’s our neighbor’s toy hauler, not ours.
This is my favorite field, I want to be buried here, just to the right of this photo, on the ridge above Trapper Creek.
Today we took the camera with us to document this mess. Hoping to remind ourselves not to repeat some of the mistakes we made. We wasted time, fuel, and twine, not to mention the hay.
The dogs had a great time hunting for voles, and playing.
And more playing…
And, coming over to visit us, if we were resting in the shade. Just wanting to plant kisses.
Let me kiss you Mom, please?
As I’m posting this tonight – it’s raining, and a cool week ahead.
Honeycomb Butterfly Bush.