We have hay!

I’m definitely not a farmer, even though I live on a farm. However, I think I have an instinct for this country thing.

A week ago I was showing you photos of hay growing in the field and saying that I thought harvest was imminent. It turns out, I was right!

Last Friday night I came home from work to see that all of the fields had been mowed.

Here’s the scene from the big field, which you saw last week.

Saturday work began to get the hay out of the fields and into a more useable form.

First step is drying the hay.

This tractor came through around midday and “stirred” the hay. In my ongoing attempts to show you as much of the farm as possible, I took pictures of each haying stage in different fields. This is the “field behind the drive shed” (official name).

After this, the hay was strewn all over the field. Good for drying. Not so good for baling.

Early evening, this tractor (and the really cool pinwheel attachment he’s towing) combed the hay into long mounds. Now we’re in the front field.

I thought we might be done for the day, but nope. (Maybe my instincts aren’t so good). A little while later, the baler showed up.

The baler scoops up the hay and little elves inside that big red box spin it into a huge bale. (What do you think about my farming know-how now?) My sense of direction is still working though. We’re now in the corner field.

Once the elves are done their work, they wrap the bale in a web of green mesh, and then the magic door opens and the baler spits out the bale.

These round hay bales are huge up close. They’re about 5 feet in diameter and really, really solid. And when they first come out of the baler, they’re warm too! (We’re still in the corner field).

By Sunday morning, we had five fields full of big round hay bales. (We actually have six fields total, but one–the far front field–is in rehab, so nothing’s growing there this year).

Here’s the scene from the back field.

The saying goes “make hay while the sun shines.” For the farmer who rents our fields, I think he follows the motto “make hay while the sun shines, as the sun sets, and by tractor light.”

Baling lasted well beyond sunset. We’re back in the field behind the drive shed now.

Perhaps our farmer’s instincts are better than mine though. When I would have quit and come back tomorrow for baling, he finished it all in one night. And early Sunday morning when the rain started, the hay was tucked nice and tight in its bales, protected from the precipitation.

One thing I do know about farming is it’s incredibly hard work. I’m happy to enjoy the sights of the harvest from the side of the field.