Here we go again. It’s August, time to stockpile fescue in the winter pasture by keeping the cows out and letting it grow —
Nothing is growing since the water table is so low. We are better off than last year, but still no pasture left.
Thus the hay. The cows look at me in disgust. “It’s not winter. What’s this stuff?”
The life of farmers in the age of climate change and long periods of drought.