|Black locust trees in bloom|
Some nice bales made this weekend, with help from most everybody. It is so soft that I carried a bale, while wearing shorts, and didn't tear up my legs. Sure smells good.
|Brown Thrasher. I accidentally pished out a pair |
while chasing warblers and they weren't happy with me much.
A bale fell out the mow door and the two cows and Cinnamon went nuts. Mind you they spend all day and night on grass that used to feed fifty head...and then they come in and go crazy over baled hay.
You should have seen the calves. Most of them are too young to have ever tasted freshly baled, early, first cutting before. As soon as I started feeding out a bale they were practically jumping out of their stalls. And yet they had enough haylage left from morning to probably last another day. The hay smelled just that good.
|Squashed beetle....Six-spotted Tiger Beetle, I think|