Showing posts with label Haying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Haying. Show all posts

Friday, September 21, 2012

Field and Forest

photo by Andrea Geesaman


There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
                              Robert Frost

Conservation biologists in eastern North America have a huge job on their hands trying to manage two opposing trends in native wildlife.  On the one hand, the populations of animals indigenous to our forests are on the increase while those of the grasslands are rapidly disappearing.  It is an ironic twist of fate for these grassland species since, for at least several centuries, they have had the upper hand.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

From Mounds of Snow to Mounds of Hay


John James Wilson. Haymaking, 19th cent.


At this time of year, you can usually find me in one of two places.  I'm either in the basement staring at the sump pump or I'm in the barn counting bales of hay.
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