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Round bales

The hay has now been baled up into round bales.

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Felled hay

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The guys who cut the hay always come this field a little late. As per tradition, the first cuttings start on Memorial Day weekend, provided it’s not too wet.

And the hay-cutters start with the hayfields along the river bottoms first, and when those are cut, attention turns to the old ridge and hill pastures.

By July, the grass has had time to grow tall. The timothy and orchard grass have gone to seed, and large swathes of the pasture are as golden as the Serengeti. When I was a child I imagined that lions stalked the tall grass in summer and that zebras and wildebeest would soon good roaring by on their migration.

But when the hay-cutters come, the grass is felled. Their mowing machines gut the grass at the base, so the long stalks fall neatly in rows to cure in the parching July sun.

Baling will come soon and then someone will drive a pickup around the field, while high school-age boys run out and fetch the the various bales.

It will be a lot of work in the hot sun.  Lots of sweat will be poured.

It is work in the heat to capture the product of photosynthesis in high summer. It is captured to feed the hoofed stock that will find itself utterly dependent upon the product of man to survive the austere months of winter.

But giving those animals sustenance during the winter means causing a disaster for just about everything else that dwells within the summer grass. The machine killed lots of things today. Little cottontails were chopped to bits. Insects were torn asunder.  Any box turtles that had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time were sliced up. Their hard shells wouldn’t be any defense against the sharp blades.

For the scavengers, this will be a repast of epic proportions. Over the next few nights, the foxes, the raccoons, coyotes, and opossums will be sifting through the felled stalks of grass. During the day, the turkey vultures will hold court over scene of death and destruction, but the ravens and crows will get their digs in, too.

On the opposite side of the hayfield, I saw a raven pecking away at some morsel of something, and with camera in hand, I tried to get a drop on it.  It saw me took to the sky, sailing into the woodland where its confederates greeted it with guttural croaks. They were about to have a raven party, and I just happened to spoil it for them.

When the hay is felled, it is obvious that high summer’s days are winnowing away. We’ll slowly sink into the Dog Days, then the balmy sweetness of September, the fiery orange and crimson of October, the bleakness of November, and short days and long nights of snow and cold.

The edict of summer is to be fruitful and multiply.

It soon will be gone.

In the temperate zone, it’s all ephemeral. As soon as the snow falls, it has melted away into mud. As soon as the grass grows tall in the fields, it is cut down for hay.

It all just courses away.

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The hay is cut

The hay was cut today, which means that this week’s trail cam pics could be very interesting. Cutting hay generally is an attractant to predators and scavengers that come looking for things that got cut up in the blades of the machines.

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The last cutting

Because of all the rain we’ve had this year, the hay cutting has been delayed. This week they were able to cut the hay, and today, they made the round bales.

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De-hayed

The hay that was cut last week has since been baled and hauled off.

This is what remains:

It’s also rained since the hay has been removed, so it’s actually a bit greener than it might have been.

The crows and other scavengers have been eating well. The mowing and baling process cuts up any number of small animals, which are now just lying there in the open for the scavengers to eat.

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The pasture grass was cut for hay yesterday evening. It’s been left to cure in the sun. In a few day, they’ll come back and turn it into round bales.

No photo-heavy post on this blog would be complete without a few of Miley.

So here are two of her in the newly cut hay:

The blades on the mowing machines cut the grass stalks very close to the ground.

When the stalks are made into round bales,  the ground will look quite denuded– almost like it does in the middle of winter when there is no snow on the ground.

The grass will then be allowed to grow again for a few months, and the whole process will be repeated, probably in the middle of September.

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