Back of the job--- the Dreamer
Who’s making the dream come true.
I look behind and watch as a gust of wind blows the freshly rolled hay back where it started from, I keep going. The sky is the most beautiful colour of blue with just a few wispy clouds and the sun is shining brightly. Perfect haying weather.
I smile as I watch the show going on above me. The tree swallows and barn swallows acrobatics entertaining me as they gather the insects flying through the air as the hay is turned.
The sea gulls that have travelled far from the lake swarm around my head. They then quickly dive down to grab the running mice or moles trying to escape their grasp after being exposed. Two determined gulls fight over what I assume must be a very desirable tasty morsel. One lets go and the other one flies off with a rather large mouse dangling from its beak. The loser searching again.
I can see the turkey vultures soaring high above all waiting to see if anything did not survive the cutting of the hay. I do hope there was nothing but only they will know for sure as they go by smell and their keen eyesight.
I love sitting on this old tractor out in the middle of this field in the sunshine, the wind, and the lovely smell of the hay. My ear protection is limiting the noise of the tractor to a dull pleasant hum, my sunglasses protecting my eyes from the glare of this bright sunshine and the allergens floating in the air, and this cap on the tractor protecting me from the sea gull activity above my head.
I rake carefully around the trees in this field, as I pass one of our apple trees I notice there are very few apples the dry spring has not helped with this. My Hero is baling two fields back where I have already raked I love watching the baler pop out those bales. It looks like the hay quantity is down significantly.
I love raking it is the perfect job; you drive around in circles pulling two rows together, avoiding trees. You may have to stop and pick up the odd tree branch in the outside rows that may have fallen in the winter, as to not let it go through the round baler and possibly causing damage. There is not a lot of strenuous activity it is the best job. Round and round.
This is the job where I can let my imagination soar just as the birds above my head, the stories fill my head.
Oh look at those beautiful round bales sitting in the field. I love this.
Thank you to Our Rural Thursday Blog Hop hosts Nancy @ http://www.aruraljournal.com and Lisa @ http://www.twobearsfarm.com