Tuesday, 12 July 2016
Hay or .....
.....silage? That is the burning question of the moment.
Today the farmer has cut the grass in the paddock and has decided that the crop is so very heavy that it is unlikely that it will be dry enough to make into hay before the rain is promised for the week-end.
Each year he cuts this field, next to the farm house, intending to make it into hay. Sometimes he is successful, sometimes he has to make it into silage at the last minute because rain is forecast.
But I must say that when friend W and I came back from our Tuesday morning coffee in town with friend C the scent of newly-mown hay was beautiful.
After lunch he gave it the first of what will be many shake-ups over the next couple of days as the does his best to get it dry. There is no rain about much and there is a light breeze, but sadly sunshine is in short supply and it is so necessary to get that crispness.
The hens were delighted to see the field cut. For weeks they have avoided going into it as the grass was too long. Today they are in it in force scratching their way around and looking for grubs.
Well, by the week-end we shall know which it is going to be. I hope it will be hay and I know the farmer does too - for old times sake really, although he is a softie over the two farm cats (they like to sleep in the warmth of the hay barn in winter) and he likes to think that hedgehogs have a snug place to hibernate.