Neighbor hay

I know, it's not even my field, but I got so excited as a tractor arrived across the street from our home, and mowed the hay there. I've only lived in the country for 2 months, so I still get really excited when tractors do things to change my environment. This time it was way more pleasant than when it arrived to spread cattle manure everywhere. This time my home is filled with the sweet smell of newly cut hay. Or whatever that grass will be purposed for. (Silage?)

Exactly 5 hours after the tractor finished cutting the grass, it returned to flip the grass. Stir it up using these huge round spinning tine things. I asked Aunt Wiki what it is. She said "Tedder". Fascinating. The sun was already down, so the tractor shone its headlights both forward and backward over the spinning tedder tines. The hay was thrown violently up in the air and tossed, fluffed, and aired. I tried to take a little video. I wished my man was home to see it. It smelled wonderful! I wonder how it's allowed to use a tractor after quiet time (9 pm).

When my man got home I told him the whole story excitedly. He really missed out, and my enthusiasm wasn't really moving him. But first thing we did the next morning was go to our field and pick up any Tposts that are still lying down and prop them up, just in case the tractor comes for our field next, we don't want them to damage their equipment rolling over Tposts hidden in the grass. (No, our fence isn't quite finished yet. Soon, I hope!)

The next day I walked across our narrow street to touch the newly tossed grass hay. The horses across the field looked down and drooled a bit. I felt it, I did not put any in my mouth, but I did take pictures. If anyone saw me, I know he shook his head "City people!" or "American! Don't they make hay there?" I did feel foolish taking so many pictures of grass laying down.

Then it rained. Huge fat drops, not the gentle type. My man was on the phone and I didn't know it and I ran into the room and shrieked, "The rain's gonna ruin the hay!" and then he had to explain to whoever he was talking to that his wife was upset that the neighbor's hay is getting wet. *giggle*

What will happen now!? I'm dying to know. Will they be forced to make silage? Will they come flip it again and hope it dries? Didn't they read the weather report before cutting it? Curious!

(PS - Our first rose of the season! Lucky for you the horrible disgusting aphids didn't show up in the picture. Scary!)