Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Spud on a Sunday Part XXXIII


Spud is delighted that the field has been mown (we were a little embarrassed that the farmer had to keep stopping his tractor to remove Spuds collection of black buckets that had become consumed by the grass).

Spud reunited with his buckets

Spud finds his buckets-1

The Haylage has been baled and wrapped (we reckon the bales weigh in at about a 1/4 of a ton each).

Spud posing

Spud on a bale-1

Spud enjoys the open field

Spud finds his field-1

A ball or two has re-emerged, but we fear many more will have been baled.

Spud and ball-1


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

8 thoughts on “Spud on a Sunday Part XXXIII

  1. Interesting bales with plastic covers — do you have a problem with internal heat buildup? I know if the hay is too wet when it’s baled, the drying can cause a heat buildup in the center of the bale that can cause it to spontaneously combust.

    • It’s haylage rather than hay – like silage, but drier. The sugars in the grass are fermented to preserve the grass rather than being fully dried like hay.

    • Few farmers do ‘real’ hay these days, it was always so risky. Both in terms of quality and fire risk, if it was brought in too wet. Nothing smells quite as sweet though as a barn on new mown hay.

  2. Oh yes, when they mowed the meadow in Brabyns Park last autumn the bales must have been about 10 percent tennis ball. I wonder what they did with it, because the contents must have also been about 10 percent himalayan balsam, which you wouldn’t want spread round anywhere else.

  3. You’ll have to train him to find and put the balls in the buckets, then bring them home! Live in hope I guess! I really like the last picture. xx

  4. These are, as always, very beautiful–and I chuckled at the reminder of Spud and his beloved buckets. I would hate to speculate what meadows frequented by the Duo might contain, although I’ve warned them that if they go haring off on their own they might end up entombed in a big round bale. Interesting, isn’t it, how many subjects a farmer must master in order to manage the operation–let alone how many things cannot be managed but must simply be endured. Not a calling for the faint-hearted.

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