On the way to Logan, Utah last Saturday
we took the scenic route through the Cache Valley. Farmers there were finishing up their first cutting of hay. It was a beautiful sight for a transplanted farm girl--
who got her tan on an old ford tractor without a cab. It pulled a hay rake all day across wonderfully scented, fresh cut alfalfa. A person could sing as loud as they wanted and would only scare a few birds and mice.
At that time, decades ago, most hay was harvested into fifty to eighty pound bales--just the right size to be handled by young men working to build up muscles for the football season.
Like most farmers now, the Cache Valley growers were packing their hay into much larger bales meant to be moved about by fork lifts.
We saw lots of round bales--
and plenty of the big block bales all ready to be gathered in; either for sale or to be stored for cattle feed.