John and his son, Gavin are cattle farmers; they come and mow, rake and bale your field. They collect the bales and you've had your field cleaned beautifully.
First the mowing
We were hiking last Tuesday and arrived home when the whole big field was almost completely mowed.
Next came the man with a rake and set the grass in windrows
The baler was waiting to do the baling
Baling started (who can spot a bird in this photo?)
I did a photography course way back in April 2007. One of the subjects was bales of hay. With a field full of bales on my doorstep and on my walk, you can imagine how much fun I've had photographing these bales.
I set the camera on self-timer on a bale; dashed to the next bale and called Skabenga. He came running but didn't look at the camera!
I took photos of these bales in the early morning; from the house side of the field; from the gate at the end of the servitude; during the day and late afternoon. Many of the photos below have different lighting because of this.
Our resident raptor, the Steppe Buzzard loves the mowed
and baled land as well
Early Saturday morning
Early Sunday morning
Every evening the drivers brought the tractors, mowers, rakes and baling machine inside.
Skabenga spent the first evening barking furiously at this intruder!
Guess who loved exploring the equipment in the yard?
Unca Shadow strolling from the baler to check on the rake
Ambrose, King of the Castle!
With the tractor and mower at the grape vine, the tractor reversing in next to the stables (note horses inside) and the baler (photo above this) to the left, we had to do some fancy footwork between the big house and our rondawel at night
I hope you enjoyed the visit to our life these days as much as I enjoyed sharing it.
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