There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded
than a talking man having nothing to say.
I have never been bored while baling hay…… hours and hours and hours of going round and round a field observing the wildlife completely immersed in my own thoughts and imagination, what could possibly be boring about that? This day was no different.
The baler had been pumping out bales for a couple of hours, there were two red tailed hawks keeping me entertained and a turkey vulture that only came round when the hawks went to the other field across the swamp, I wondered why but nature is a funny business and I never question. Let us be honest here I constantly question but I rarely figure out the answer and am just fine with that, a bit of mystery in our lives is always a good thing.
There was a shiny piece of something up ahead in the field and I could not wait till I reached it to see what it was but I had a suspicion. This is the part of my story where I have to remind you that all those balloons that fly off up into the air eventually come down. I have picked up three foil balloons this year, happy birthdays, a happy retirement, (I think that one was meant for me), not to mention a multitude of different coloured latex balloons. This particular balloon was a happy birthday balloon with a big yellow happy face and since it was not even close to my birthday I knew it was not meant for me but I did appreciate the smile.
I stopped the tractor and climbed down to pick this, did not survive the discbine, mangled mess of foil and ribbon. That was not something you would want the cows finding in the middle of a delicious hay bale in the middle of the winter. I climbed back into the tractor and set it on the floor with my growing collection, a green latex balloon, a mangled plastic bag and not to forget those four turkey feathers I had stopped and picked up. I know I know I have a weakness for those, they are so pretty I think of them as gifts left for me.
By this time I was getting a little weary and pulled out an apple from behind the seat of the tractor and started munching and driving, this is when I noticed a coyote hanging around a bale of hay. This is not that unusual as mice are constantly running into the bales to hide from those hawks, turkey vultures, and coyotes that are waiting for lunch. I continued to watch him and pulled out my camera hoping I could get a shot, every time I came close he would walk to the other side of the bale so I set the camera down and continued baling hay. There were huge black rain clouds hanging over head and more threats of a thunderstorm so honestly I did not have time for all this sidetracked business.
This was the last field of six that were cut three days before and finally were dry enough to bale and I was determined to get it done before those clouds opened up once again. I munched my apple and baled making a mental note to take a look at that bale to see why it was so darn special. On the next go round I could see something shiny in the center of it. Racing against those rain clouds I finally came to the last bale on the opposite end of the field. I shut down the baler and drove over to the fence line and there was the coyote back at the bale. I took a couple of shots. (Shots meaning camera shots)
He or she (I have no idea) ran off when I opened the door and exited the tractor, I walked over to see a red pull tab and a flattened can. I honestly had no idea how it got there we are a bit isolated here so I imagined that the coyotes had been partying in this field of hay last night and this particular coyote was trying to get his can back to claim the deposit.
What; you don’t believe my theory? How do you think it got there?
Possibly attached to the happy birthday balloon with that happy face?
I pulled the beer can with the red pull tab out of the center of the bale headed back to the tractor and placed it with my collection lying on the floor. The coyote did not look too happy about that.
Now you can see why I never get bored baling hay. I love a good mystery.