Right behind the doe is a new little fawn still all spotted. The pair were nibbling on the brush that was growing along the road as I headed off one morning.
I took time to stop and even turned off the motor so as not to spook the pair. My flashers would have alerted any other vehicles that would come by, but it was not necessary because there were no other rigs out on this beautiful morning.
A had the distinct pleasure to watch the two for a full five minutes before Mama decided it was time to move her and her baby away from the road.
What a special way to start the day.
We had just barely finished with hay season when the logging equipment started to show up.
First to arrive was this feller/processor. It is a handy piece of equipment that not only cuts some of the smaller timber, it also takes the limbs off and cuts the pieces into logical lengths.
Right after the feller/processor, was the fire fighting tank. We are now officially in fire season and our tractor with a small tank on the back is not enough for regulations.
This fire tank will be hauled up the new logging road right to the top of the hill near where the feller/processor will be working.
Frick the cat is not always hanging around, but when he is home he is very, very clingy and wants attention all the time.
As I was trying to pick enough raspberries for breakfast with enough left over to freeze a cookie sheet full of the fruit, Frick kept getting in the way.
I would stop picking, pull him out of the bushes and set him down. Then I started setting him farther and farther from the bushes.
Before long, I was carrying the black cat out of the garden, across the driveway and to the other side of the woodshed. All the while he would snuggle in my arms, purring away and rubbing his chin on me. He would stay a little while, then come right back to once again climb into the bushes to appear where I was trying to harvest.
I finally had to give up picking and go into the house in order for the cat to finally leave me and my raspberry bushes alone..
Did I mention that I LOVE hay season?
I say it every year and nearly every time we finish a field. It is true, I LOVE hay season. Getting to work in the fields during the glorious summer sunshine. Spending quality time with family members. That good feeling when a barn is filled with sweet smelling hay that will take the animals through the dreary winter months. The fantastic core strengthening regime that targets those areas that are usually immune to getting toned. The nights of dreamless sleep that are so sound that I forget to even roll over during the night.
And THE MOST IMPORTANT reason why I love hay season is because it feels so good when it is over.
Coming in a close second is the feel of a warm shower to clean off all that fun.
The fields are done, all the hay has been picked up and is now undercover in one of the three barns. Now it is time to clean the equipment before putting it away for another year.
It is a very messy business cleaning the equipment and when we are done it is impossible to tell where the dirt ends and the person begins. The fine dust clings to every square inch of the equipment and to us as we clean them.
During the cleaning process the sky kept getting darker and darker. The billowing clouds were an ominous sign that we could get a good rain.
We had to really hustle to get all the equipment cleaned and tucked back into the storage side of the barn. It seemed like once we were completed with all the pieces, the clouds began to dissipate and within a couple of hours, the sky was clear and bright again.
Now that the fields are done, a good summer rain shower would be a good thing. But for this day, the chance for moisture is gone.
The gooseberry bush is just loaded with the little, green, marble sized, tart, fruit. I love going out to the garden and snagging a few here and there even though they are no where near ripe yet.
As they are now, they still make one pucker when eating them. In the next few weeks they will turn a more yellow color and soften a bit while they sweeten. They may not make it long enough to get to the sweet stage since I am spending more time in the garden and am tempted to clean out the fruit before giving the chance to mature.
It’s all hands on deck as we get down to the final hay field. This year has been a challenge with the breakdown of one tractor, a deadline to get the far field completed before the county road is used as a bypass for the highway and threatening rain every time we start baling.
We had to pick up bales as quickly as they were being punched out of the baler and since the tractor was already being used for the baling it could not be used on the stacker. The Big Red Beast was used quite a bit this year which meant that hand stacking in the barn kept us all busy for many hours through the season.
The crop this year is only about half of the volume we baled last year. This is not a complaint, last year was a stellar year and we could not hope to come close to having that level of production each year.