A bad case of bale envy

I took the long way into town this afternoon. Perhaps I shouldn’t have, for this is what I saw. A field of nicely-formed round bales of dry, grass, hay. As a hay farmer myself this sight should have put a smile on my face, and usually it would, save the fact that my hay crop still stands as I write this post.


The problem has been the weather. If you follow this blog you may remember that we harvest dry hay here on the farm. Our equipment requires that we have three warm, dry and cloudless days to bring in the crop. Neither Joanna nor I are gamblers and even a 20% chance of rain is enough to keep us off the tractors. Take a quick look at our forecast. It is representative of the sort we’ve had since the middle of May. Rain, rain, good, good, rain, rain … and then four good days. From experience, I can tell you what is more than likely to happen to those nice days predicted for the 8th through the 11th. Now, six days out, they’ll slowly evaporate as we get closer and closer to a day on which we might mow the field. So, tomorrow we may lose Friday, and Monday we may lose Saturday, so by the time we get to a day on which we should have been able to cut, the forecast will look exactly as it does here. Talk about a recipe for frustration. So how, you may well ask, did the farmers who produced the enviable bales above manage it? We happened to be out of town during the summer’ only stretch of extended, nice, weather! Argh.


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