Thursday, June 29, 2017

All good things

Patience is a passion turned.
                               Lyman Abbott


I am not a patient person. My mother always used to say “All good things come to those who wait.” She was probably right.

The hay around here continues to grow. It is the haying season and I just want to get it cut and baled. It is the season. There are a lot of other things that I would like to accomplish this summer. This wait for hay to dry is much like waiting for paint to dry or a kettle to boil. Do not watch it, I tell myself.


There are two busy times of the year for us here at the farm. The first one would be the calving season. Now that was over in what seems a long time ago now. Yes, March and April were busy but it was the season and now it is over, as it should be. The other busy time for us would be the haying season. Yes, it used to be. I am sure it will be, but first, it has to begin.


There was no chance of working up a field to plant a new hay crop. We never did get onto those fields. Nonetheless, those fields thrived with all the rain we have had. The trefoil, alfalfa, clover, and mix of grasses did pretty well. Well, it appears the grass did really, really well. It is high.

Our pasture fields were overgrown before the pasture season started and we let the cows into it. Our happy cows travel from field to field like kids in a candy shop trying to find the sweetest treats. This has made for fields that look terrible and spotty. My Hero will have to get out to cut those pasture fields down. This he can do, wet or not.


On the other side of this whole wait thing, we are noticing a lot of activity in our uncut hay fields that surround the house.

I know there are many turkey families strutting about, I just cannot see them. I watch as they walk as if they are in a parade down our laneway to head to the hay field every day. It is the perfect hiding spot. The coyotes are the same I watch them walk down the lane and into the hay fields. I have no idea what goes on behind that wall of tall grass now. Yesterday, I saw a very fat ground hog. We have not seen any of those around here in years. It looks like the tall grass has hidden them from the coyotes.


There are deer. Well, there are the heads of deer. The grass is so tall they are hidden well. The only things I can see are heads and the occasional back of a jumping deer. I do think there is a fawn there because this one particular deer leaves every morning and comes back every night to the same spot. I hope the grass provides a safe haven for all those creatures that are so happy to be in the middle of it.

To date, I have had a running list of the varieties of birds who must be so excited to have all that camouflage. There are varieties that I have never seen here before.

Baltimore Orioles, Northern Goshawks, Red-tailed Hawks, Red-Shouldered Hawks, and I am not positive but I think I saw a juvenile Bald Eagle (I am hoping he comes back to make sure). There are so many songbirds around that a different musical arrangement rings through my open window every morning. The standing hay has made all the birds very happy. My bird book lies open on the table to make sure my eyes are catching what I think they are catching.


Three Hummingbirds casually sip sugar water on the front porch, while this learning to be patient farm girl, sips tea on the other side of the pane of glass. A farm girl, who waits for the season of hay to begin but now knows that her Mom was absolutely right,

 “All good things come to those who wait.”

HAPPY 150th BIRTHDAY CANADA.


Later

14 comments:

  1. Happy Birthday, dear Canada! And many more! It is hard to wait, when you want something to be done when it's supposed to be done. How lovely to have all the different song birds! That is the favorite part of my morning - about quarter to 5 here, when the birds wake up and discuss their dreams... :)

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  2. It's the same here with trying to get the grass cut in the window of opportunity. My husband got some cut but before he could bale it up there was a shower and some of the baled hay is caramelizing in the bales because they heated up. Then he cut some for silage but before he could pick it up the baler quit. So when he could be in the field, he has to spend the day trying to fix the baler. The the rake broke. He got that fixed after another day. Constantly in the repair manual and on the phone for parts. The the hay wagon arm that picks up the bales in the fields quit. These electronic equipments are real work horse but when they quit, they are useless.

    There are only 200 bales in the back bunker and another 300 in the field. We need a lot of hay for our cattle and we sell a lot to people who own horses. So I can sympathize with you. Haying season can be cruel some times.

    I've been praying for good weather but Mother Nature is not listening. She's pissed off I think.

    I'll hang in there with you. Hugs, Julia

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  3. Hello Buttons!:) My mother used to say exactly the same thing to me.:) As I live on a farm, and we raise cattle, I could relate to everything you wrote. The grass in our fields was cut and baled at the end of May, ...shortly after, our maize was sown, and then we waited for rain. It was a long time coming, but when it did, our maize fields turned green, and it's now 30cm high. I never grow tired of seeing this miracle of nature, when every thing has it's time, and waiting is all part of it. We are getting our new potatoes out now, yummy!

    I seriously believe you should write a book, as you have a great flare for writing, ...your post drew me in, and I felt I was sitting, and looking out your window with you. It's a peaceful place here.:)

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  4. Happy Canada Day! :) I hope you have a great weekend! Our area of Quebec refuses to acknowledge Canada Day, sigh, so we'll be celebrating at home.

    Good things do come to those who wait, but I'm still impatient lol...

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  5. Happy Canada Day. And thank you for another glimpse of the magic in your world.

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  6. Being so dependent on the weather is frustrating, I know! I've been hearing about all the rain you've been having up there...both a blessing and a curse.
    On another note...enjoy those hummingbirds! I've never seen one at our house. We probably have way too many cats that they'd never even consider stopping by.

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  7. It's a difficult year for crops of all kinds.

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  8. Hay is being cut all around here. Some got wet, some didn't. Such is the way with Mother Nature.

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  9. You'll be busy soon enough eh. I love how you're hearing all those different combinations of birdsong. Good cheer to you B :D)

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  10. What fun to see all of the going ons! I hope you are able to enjoy the little holiday.

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  11. Birdsong is one thing we don't get much of here in Australia. Our birds are raucous squawkers mostly, although our magpies do have a lovely warble when they want to.
    Hope you get your hay dry and cut soon.

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  12. Miss B,
    The "hurry up and wait" that comes with haying season is not my favorite either. We got .14" of rain yesterday morning! Yes, we got hay rained on, but it will dry. We hope to start baling mid-afternoon tomorrow. We'll see if the cool temps and wind do much drying.

    Hope you can get in the field.

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  13. Happy Canada Day! We don't cut our fields for hay, but they were just bush hogged and already need it again. I guess we could cut for silage, but too lazy! I have been mowing my yard since March..I am glad for the rain.
    I hope you have a wonderful Sunday! I hope that your hay fields dry out soon, although how fun to watch all the goings on out your window!

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  14. Farming must be a series of "tweaks" . . .
    Tweaking this or that.
    Dependent on weather, I am sure.
    We just returned from central Iowa where they needed rain desperately.
    Then the rains came, with tons of hail and pounded down the corn fields.
    Always, always something new to contend with!

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