Well I didn’t get out in the field to snap a picture of the nice hay all raked up, so this is the closest that I could come. I got into the field when the hay was all baled into round bales. We debated if we were going to small square bale them or not, and with rain in the forecast the big round bales won the contest. And honestly that’s OK. Daryl just puts one big bale in the cow yard and makes a lot of friends. For some reason our cows think that the grass is so much better on the other side of the fence and if they get a new bale of hay, well they quit sticking their heads and their whole upper body through the fence to get to the grass. At least they haven’t found my little tree again. I was having the most worst time with the cows reaching under the fence and eating my flowers and trees a couple of years ago, so if they just stretch out the barb wire fence one in awhile… yea, that’s OK with me.
So the pictures that I am sharing tonight are of the hay looking so nice out in the field.
Hay bales just waiting to get picked up to be stored in the shed
When I was out in the field taking the hay photo I also noticed all the flat wagons in the yard. 
At first I was worried that Daryl was getting ready for picking rock soon, but he needed them to haul the hay to our farm …. and then we are going to pick rock 🙂 With the rain in the forecast, Daryl hurried up to put the hay bales into the cattle shed before they might get wet.
For some reason it feels the best if you can get the first crop of hay baled without it getting rained on. Maybe a little superstitious or maybe a little proud – not sure which one? Maybe it’s just a little bit of both.
Close up of a hay bale