What happened to this lonely haybale? It was left at the edge of a dug-up field. Maybe it just didn’t get sold? Or, did it get wet and then moldy? It’s definitely wet, now.
Hay is very picky stuff. It used to give me welts on my wrists when I played in it or if I scrapped my wrist when picking up a section to feed to the horses.
The smell of hay is fresh and sweet. It can be made from a variety of grasses like ryegrass, fescue, bermuda grass, and several others, it seems. I have no idea what the hay in this area is.
I wonder what happened to this haybale in the spring.