Thursday, June 07, 2012

It's Baling Time

It's baling time in my part of the world.  Hay baling that is.   In a good year when all conditions are right a farmer can get a third cutting from his hay fields.  I'm guessing that may be the case this year. Seems everywhere we have been the last few weeks we saw hay being cut, raked or baled.

This girl in Campbellton, Mo. was cutting a hay field the day we drove past.  Check out the close up of this lovely young lady I post on my photo blog a while back by clicking here.  

I'm always surprised to see so much new hay being cut, when there are stored bales left over from the last several years or longer (or so it appears) scattered around.

 You will see them wrapped in plastic, hidden under tarps, in rows near barns,

Some seem to be rotting in the fields 

 stored in every nook and cranny possible 

 Most of the hay around here is now baled in big round bales but I do see the smaller square bales lined up in some fields.  I have to admit that I enjoy seeing fields full of hay bales.  I must have hundreds of photos of them.  We do not have to take a ride in the country either to find a field full of hay bales.  My most recent shots were taken in my own back yard.   And, I mean that literally.  

We returned home on Monday to find the field behind our place had been mowed and baled during the time it took to go into the city for a doctor's appointment.  If you knew where to look in this shot you could make out a sliver of our fence that I posted about on Friday Fences last week.

 My daughter lives just down the street from us and her car happens to be in this shot.

I doubt to many of you expect to find hay bales inside your city limits-- much less your own back yard.

Yep, it is hay time in Franklin County, Missouri 

 I'm linking this post to Rural Thursday 


  1. I love the mix of rural and urban! And I also love taking photos of hay bales...have quite a few myself! Nice photos today!

  2. Love the shot of those bales stuffed into the crooked little sheds. Reminds me of the nursery rhyme, "There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile..."

  3. I lived and was raised a country girl until I graduated. We had all kinds of crops, but never hay. I picked many a sack of cotton tho. It is unusual to see a pretty, young girl like this baling hay. Most of them have other interests. Thank far dropping by.


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