Friday, May 21, 2010

Pasture Fulla Hay

Last year at this time, most everyone's hay had already been in the barn for a coupla weeks, us included. This year - still too wet to cut, and no end in sight yet to the cool, wet weather. The upside is that the grass just keeps getting taller and thicker, and the vetch just keeps growing as well (good stuff, vetch - very high in protein). The downside is that when haying in the valley and up here in the Coast Range foothills finally does start, it's going to be like the California gold rush of 1849, with haywagons and tractors and equipment rushing from one field to the next, potentially during the start of tourist season, with folks not familiar with how to deal with large windrowers and tractors pulling giant tedder/rakes and mowers rumbling up and down the highways crowding the roads. I would personally ask all visitors to our beautiful part of Oregon this time of year to please use common sense when you see ag equipment on the road. Be patient and just enjoy the scenary at a relaxed pace. Don't fuss or fret or get all spazzed out. And above all, when you do finally get a chance to get around the equipment, please do wave nicely at the operator and save the single finger salute for another state and another time. Take your cues from the locals. Our hay not only feeds your future steaks, but also potentially the steaks on the hoof in your own state, as well as the equine crowd in your state, of which you may be a part of.

Relax, sit back and wonder what the heck that piece of equipment is used for. It's better for your blood pressure.

Okay, so I'm not exactly a supermodel 6' tall and 90 pounds soaking wet, but you get the idea of how tall the grass is in the hay pasture. It's actually taller than it looks here, but the rain and me and Ho walking around have flattened it some

Ho Dog swims thru a shorter portion

Making his way to dry land

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