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Haymaking


One for my hay series. There are lost of freshly made hay bales in the fields at this time of year. They are mostly round these days so I was nice to see the old shape for a change.

We are on our way to the town of Hay, which I don't think has anything to do with fodder type hay ... was probably named after a pioneer ... I just checked it was named after Sir John Hay a local pastoralist and member of parliament.
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  1. JulieJanuary 16, 2010 at 8:40 AM

    Now these are a strange shape. Like three of the old ones stacked on top of each other.

    That is a massive thistle in the foreground. Must go back and check your map thingo ... I am a bit lost ... not really ... just cant place in my head how far DOWn Hay is ...

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  2. freefallingJanuary 16, 2010 at 2:35 PM

    Oh on the front of our local paper today is a hay castle.
    A local farmer put it together in a few hours - it's got turrets and flags.
    I HAVE to go and see it.

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  3. Joan ElizabethJanuary 16, 2010 at 8:50 PM

    Julie, they are stacked however they are much bigger than the old ones. Also, I must update the map with our progress.

    Letty, if I was nearby I'd be there! What an interesting thing to do.

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  4. MartinaJanuary 17, 2010 at 4:13 AM

    It is really nice to see these old shaped hay things and not the industrial sized round ones, ;-). We had this discussion before, didn't we? *bg*

    Blue sky, sharp light - hmmm :-D

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  5. ABJanuary 22, 2010 at 12:48 AM

    Strange to see them stacked like that. Yet another variation in global hay-making culture

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