Or more specifically, haylage. 28 bales this time, three times as many as last year. Mixed feelings as we now have a bare field rather than a wildflower meadow, and it’s a sure sign summer is coming to an end.
Fingerprint, or recently cut hay meadow?
And nature’s loving it. Yellow rattle, wild carrot, bees and swallows.
Three years later and the wildflower meadow is taking shape, with successful growth of native seeds that we planted the previous autumn.