Saturday, August 19, 2017

Skies, cows, hay and my point of view

An appearance of delicacy,
and even fragility,
is almost as essential to beauty.
                        Edmond Burke

The skies have been so beautiful lately. The dark clouds seem to always open up when there is hay on the ground, especially after it has been raked.  Sunny skies tend to be rare this summer. Both happen to bring with them incredible skies which stir very different thoughts along with actions.

I love those big open skies no matter what they bring. It is true that it has been a challenging haying season but just look at those beautiful skies. Is it possible to overlook the bad to see the good?
Remember that saying. “Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water”?

I cannot ignore the fact that there is always something wonderful mixed in with the bad, (sometimes so small and hidden that we cannot and may not ever notice it). The hard part has always been to try and grab hold of that good when the bad always seems to be so much larger.

Our fields are full of water so we cut what we can when we can. We bale what we can when we can. We cut around those swamp areas that appear and hope to cut them later when the weather changes. We have no choice our cattle need to eat all winter. The signs, with the abundance of hay and rain, in my thoughts, are pointing to a long challenging winter. I may be wrong. I hope I am wrong. My thoughts go to what if this constant rain goes on all through the winter. Well, that would be an awful lot of snow. We will then need lots of hay and bedding. We prepare for the worst while we hope for the best.

Last weekend during a rare sunny morning I hobnobbed with the cows. We danced in the sunshine and ran through the thistles. I have to point out that was not as much fun as it sounds with bare arms. The sky was blue and the clouds were small and non-threating. It was such a beautiful day.

Two days later, I raked hay. I stood up on the rake because the field was so rough. With tracks in the mud from the discbine sinking in the very wet field, it made for one uncomfortable ride sitting down. That whole time I found that I was mesmerized by the changing skies. Then predictably big dark threatening rain clouds slipped in before I knew it. They were so beautiful. I hoped that it would turn out, but it did not. I never lost hope even though the outcome was not what I would have hoped.

Two more days after that nasty rain storm, I once again ventured out on the rake to turn over what I had already turned over. Once again, standing up, I watched what was in front of me and only glanced back when I thought I needed to. There on the ground in front of me was a huge wild turkey nest full of eggs that had hatched. I did not have my camera but it was quite the sight.

I watched My Hero who was finishing up the field. I watched as he baled hay that was by no means perfect and may still be wet. There was no choice it had to be baled as more rain was predicted. I watched with binoculars as he slowed down. Later in the evening, I asked what had caught his eye? Apparently, he had also seen many turkey nests with hatched eggs, on the wet muddy ground.

The hay did get baled up that day. Bale count 421, it is not the best quality but we are not even halfway done and have surpassed last year’s total number. The rains came again in the night. I guess it is all in the way you look at it.
If we can’t change it, we can still choose the way we see it.