When I was a girl in Iowa, the only hay I was familiar with was alfalfa or timothy, but out here on the plains it’s usually Prairie or Brome hay that farmers and ranchers plant. Once in a while I’ll pass by an alfalfa field and it smells divine.
So here’s a little peek at our small, but mighty crop of prairie hay we proudly harvested on our little Ranchette!
One bale will be reserved for my grandson who likes to hone his archery skills when he comes out for a visit.
I’ve also been known to turn them into jack-o-lanterns or Thanksgiving turkeys.
It’s a country thing!