Late summer hay... in These titles mean nothing.

.... raked in windrows.

… from the tractor.

… tractor and baler.

… wagon with bales - cow candy.

There were seven or eight big round bales too.

The pictures aren’t quite the way I’d take them, but still....

This is the clearing. These are this year’s only small bales. Jim likes to have a load of them to use as ‘bait’ when he wants to persuade the cows to do what he wants - to get them in to separate and move them. That’s why they are cow candy. Cows like them a lot.

When I talked to the deer hunters they agreed it is a special place. Surrounded on three sides with wild woods, covered with a sky of its own....... not flat, not steep. Its own place.

It had been solid woods but when my dad and his brother bought the farm they decided to have the top of the hill ‘grubbed’. A man with a German name came from north of here with a bulldozer and worked to make it bare with piles of trees and brush. It was too rough to plow or plant crops. It grew a lot of wild black raspberries. Twenty years later my brother hired someone to clean it out again and make it into a field. Ever since then it’s grown a year corn followed by four or five years of hay, and then repeated.

It’s a place for deer and eagles and all wild things.

Last updated October 03, 2022