When I grew up on the farm, I hated haying time, it was hot dusty job, sweat rolls down your shirt and hay dust gets stuck everywhere and begins to itch. You have to wear long sleeves and pants or you would end up with prickles all up and down your legs and arms. (Prickles = highly technical word that means the red marks left on your body from hay stubble.) You need good gloves …to avoid blisters from the twine. Our baler baled and unloaded the small square bales that weighed about 50 to 60 pounds (sometimes more) onto the ground. The bales had to be picked up off the ground and loaded onto the wagon. This was a great improvement from the loose hay and hay stacks. Later my parents bought a baler with a kicker…the bales were deposited onto the wagon…thereby eliminating one of the hot dusty jobs. Sometime the baler would kick them out pretty fast..so several people were needed to stack on the wagon. Staying upright on a wagon moving through a hay field is a real talent.
I believe these large round bales are plastic netted..a netting surrounds the bale and holds it together. I think these bales weigh about 1,000 pounds and must be moved with a tractor. Todd puts most of his hay in a hay shed so it is undercover. Some people use these large bales as a wind break for their cattle. I have been told that these bales with their round shape shed water better than square bales. Some people have the kind of baler that encloses the bale in a white plastic covering.
Last evening my cousin Todd was combining Oats. It is the first oats to be ready in our area.
The fluffy rows are done…they have been combined. The flatter rows near the center of the field have not been done yet.
Looks like a John Deere Tractor and Combine to me. The tractor has a cab…it is reminiscent of one of the last tractors my parents had. The oats is being combined on Far Guy’s Maternal Grandparents old farm. Last year this small corner field was corn.
My Cousin Todd and our neighbors Steve and Donnie along with Paul are the only small farmers left in this area. How they eek out a living is beyond me…so their equipment may be a bit old…but I know they help each other out and borrow equipment back and forth. My cousin Todd is the youngest of the group, he must be just about 50 years old…and farmer Steve turned 70 years old this week…I think Donnie is in his 60’s. Older farmers.