January is the start of our haymaking time. Some years we finish this month, and at worst we have still been making it in March. This year as it is dry and there's not much hay to make we should finish by the end of the month.
My job is usually raking, occasionally mowing, but never baling. That means I don't get the airconditioned cab and radio, but then I also don't have to stick my head into the baler when there are blockages. THAT IS NOT A NICE JOB. Inside a haybaler is very dusty and you end up getting very itchy.
The first day is usually a bit frustrating ironing out the problems with machinery, but usually things settle down after that. Haybalers are temperamental beings. The main problem for the girls (3 daughters) and I is that while we rake our minds tend to wander somewhat, and occasionally that means the raked rows wander too, he who drives the haybaler gets somewhat frustrated with that, but it is not really the most exciting job, and one of the few times you can ponder all sorts of things.
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| Raked hay on left |
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| 1 round bale |
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| Curious yearling cattle |
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| Rake and Baler (working properly at the moment) |
The young cattle were also contemplating - how they could eat some of this yummy smelling stuff. They were hanging over the fence longingly. But hay is their main diet for the winter, so they don't get any now. Amazing how they like it even when there is plenty of fresh grass around.
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