That's usually when it rains this time of year...the day before you were going to get to it.
C'mon man, you gotta be getting some moisture outa this mess.
That's not as bad as rain while you're trying to bale it.
It is raining like a cow p!ssing on a flat rock at the moment.
We'll take it and smile.
My hay making is far behind schedule. It was wet and cool for so long that virtually none could be put up prior to wheat harvest and soybean planting. We had a few days of opportunity but missed them for other reasons. We've had a serious possibility of rain every day for the past 10 days. Little 0.1 inch or less each time something actually happened though. We have roughly 300 acres of hay to bale yet.
Jeepers, and I whine about 25 acres to bale.
Only 5 to go now tho'.
Hopefully next week, but that's been said before.
Cheers,
Chief Vassal
North Aboyne Farm
I'm reminded of a man I actually used to know:
Hay by the Calendar
A man we knew made hay by the calendar.
From almanacs and long experience
he chose the days to cut, rake, and bale up.
Sometimes we saw him mowing through the rain,
his plaid shirt and the cushioned tractor seat
more deeply wet with every steady round.
We weather-sniffers might have been amused
when he baled spoiled windrows just to clear the field,
but not when rainstorms doused our sun-dried swaths.
He let us go, and did his work his way.
Yet, through those decades, who made more good hay?
Cheers,
Henry
Saw a neighbor today attempting to rake the mess of gunk that was fine hay when he mowed it about eight days and seven inches of rain ago. I've done that myself. You hate it, but you must clean up your mess. It is depressing again on a cold, snowy day in January when you think you can finally get the herd to actually eat it or starve and they decide it is only usable for bedding and toilet paper.
If you'll throw it in a ditch to stop it from washing they will eat every bite of it.
