Friday, July 1, 2011

Widowed during Hay Season

It's hay season on the farm. The last couple of weeks we made all of the hay here on Polyface proper and this week, they've been making hay on one of our rental farms.

Hay season is the time that I become a widow for a while (and also hunting season, but that's another story for another season). The guys work from dawn till dark to get all of the hay put up in the barns before the rains.  It's a very technical process. The grass must be cut and dried, then it's raked, then baled and picked up. If we get an heavy moisture after it is cut, they ted the hay before raking it. Tedding is a method that flips the hay over and spreads it out so that the underside dries as evenly as the top.

I didn't get a chance to get pictures from this week, so I thought I would dig back and share photos from days in the past.
This picture was taken when Daniel was just a boy. We don't drop bale anymore except on hills, but I love this picture so much I had to share.


The baler is the most complicated part of the process, so Joel or Daniel always run it.
A hay wagon is attached the to back of the baler and the hay is fed directly to the guys on the wagon.
The hay just keeps on coming...
and coming...
And sometimes we goof off for the camera.

2 comments:

buddybigsix said...

Beautiful, I'm heading to the hayfields myself this afternoon, we have picked up a lot of neighbors fields they have asked us to cut, so we are getting an abundance of hay the last couple of years, I've always said When try ask how do you decide when to to hay? It's the hottest day of the year when some really pretty girl wants to go swimming. Lately I don't mind though, I use this time as a time to connect back with my father remembering being the excited kid getting in te way as I try to help out the big boys. There is something very peaceful almost serenial about spending a soldering hot day in the blistering sun loading, stacking, unstacking, sweating and living, it just seems to give the mind a chance to rest, the body a chance to exert healthy energy, and the soul a time and place to connect to nature, and the beauty of the cyclical nature of the world around it at large. God bless you ad yours for all that you do and all that you are. Keep it real.
From your friend...
Buddy

Brian G. Heyer said...

Windrowing hay with the small Case 300 was always our jobs in high school. Fortunately, Grandpa had gone to big round bales, so we never had to stack squares like that. :-) We just had to drive around the field with the swallows swooping and turning behind us as we stirred up their sup.

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