|me and my swather|
After breakfast, while I fed Apollo and George, hubby changed out the sickle bar on my swather and filled it with gas.
As soon as that was finished, I climbed up and started cutting the blooming alfalfa. The scent of the field was sweet and in some spots almost sickeningly sweet. Hubby likes to let the alfalfa bloom once during this summer. He believes it keeps the plant healthier than always cutting before the plant can mature. The second cutting always goes to a feed store and cattle customers. The hay doesn't have to make "test" or have as much protein and nutrients as the first and third cutting that we sell to a dairy.
|looking out my swather window|
|plugged header from the top|
|plugged header from the ground|
As we both worked cutting the hay a band of bucks wandered out into the field. I took a few photos.
|four bucks in the field|
|harem of does, fawns, and a small buck|
|my swather cooling off|
When 6 rolled around, and he said he was going to cut until it was finished, I took him a sandwich, banana, and iced tea. He continued cutting as he ate. I went back in and continued sewing.
He texted needing more fuel. I jumped in Sami, saw hubby walking toward the house, and drove out to pick him up. We went to the shed, grabbed gas cans, and I took him back out to the swather, as he was filling the tank, he looked toward the east pivot. He couldn't tell if it was still running or if it had become stuck. After the swather was fueled,
While I was driving through the field to return the gas cans I spotted some different bucks coming out to eat.
I returned and fed Apollo and George and filled the water tank for the horses on the hill.
I continued sewing and waiting. 8:30 hubby came in the house. He still had three swaths to go but had run out of gas and it was dark. So we showered went to bed. Hubby was up with the sun the next morning, fueled the swather, and finished the last three rows.
We'll see how the raking, baling, and picking it up goes.