Hay Action

We’re in the throes of haying here.  First cutting is officially underway! 

All the pictures in this post were taken with my cell phone and then in my Photoshop Elements 8 program I used an “action” on them all called “Coffee Shop Butterscotch Vintage”.  If you don’t know about actions or never heard of them just know that they’re fun and super easy to use.  With one click I love how it can make my oftentimes crummy cell phone shots slightly more interesting.  I think Butterscotch Vintage makes these look all seventies-ish. 

 

I downloaded this action and a bunch of others free from The Coffee Shop Blog, probably about a year ago now.  If you have Photoshop check them out.

 

This is one of the hayfields here on the home-place.  I was in the process of “knocking it down” Thursday.

 

This was taken right after I broke something.

It was a hydraulic line, or so I was later told.  I just knew that the cutter wouldn’t go up and down like it was supposed to.

I’m a pretty observant girl.

 

After doing a walk-around, seeing if anything was obviously wrong that I could fix…ya right, I put in a call to the Farm Manager:

{Ring! Ring!}

Hey Todd, I got issues. Come fix this please.

I may be observant but I can’t fix much.

Then I sat and waited for my road side service; outside the tractor of course. Who’d want to sit inside when it smells so dang good outside?  Not me.  I LOVE the smell of fresh cut or curing hay.  Just love it.

 

That’s when I saw this little buggar one field over, wandering around all by himself in the curing hay.

 

(Coffee Shop Magic Sunset and Butterscotch Vintage used together).

For some reason, out here anyway, the mothers always leave their young in the middle of hay fields while they go off and graze.  I knew this lone fawn was the same one I terrified with the cutter fifteen minutes prior. 

It happens a lot, chasing fawn out of the hay, more often than not with different results.   I’m glad when I don’t connect with these little suckers – sometimes we don’t know that we have till we’re coming back the other direction and eagles or hawks have swooped in.  When I think about it, other than hunters in the fall, cars on the highway and yah, hay cutters there isn’t much in the way of predators they have to worry about in these parts.

So…Anyway…I know, kind of sad, but I guess that’s life.

On an up-note:  That late afternoon, driving back to park the cutter for the night, I noticed a mama in that same curing field.  I can only assume they were reunited and all was well in the deer kingdom for one more day.