Well it all became a disaster here. The mowed grass was drying out lovely and hubs and his brother were putting the hours in working through it. Then on Friday it rained all day
It dried up again on Saturday so we ended up getting it big-baled into silo. The field was so wet though that the man who baled it didn't manage to finish it all. Anyway, we've decided we're not going to bother again, we'll just get the sheep to eat the grass and buy in any bales we need.
I've never known the field so wet, it's dreadful and the tractors have made a real mess. Ho Hum. Anway, this is my middle son with the product of our recent stresses!