From Gene Logsdon
If this story didn’t have a happy ending, I would have blamed my son and our custom hay baler. We put bales in the barn last summer that were so green and heavy with moisture that I was sure they would spoil. I moaned and groaned but I was assured thatthis time the oldtimer was, like the hay, all wet. So, despite the fact that I almost got another hernia from lifting the bales, I dutifully followed new-age orders from new-age farmers. The hay did not overheat and did not get musty or moldy. It made first rate, green, leafy feed. There were actually bales from two different cuttings. One was hay that had been not quite ready to bale by oldtimer judgment, but almost. It made just about the best hay I have ever fed.
The other, from third cutting, made late in the year (late September), was way too green to this oldtimer’s way of thinking, but cured out almost as well and the livestock seemed to have a special liking for it—they readily ate even the few lumps that were a bit off color. We put that hay up in the evening of the day after it had been mowed, tedded and crimped. We would normally have waited another day or two but rain threatened… [Go To Article]