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They look like large reels of golden cotton. Nice collection of patterns and shapes.
I do like a haybale or twenty in afternoon light! I was being driven at the time, or I would have got looking for a better angle!
Strange how they do these differently, in various regions. In this area, they mostly have rectangular bales. Then every now and again, we see circular ones like these.
In your shot they seem as if they are rolling down the slope, having a race!
Best wishes, Pete.
Can’t say I’ve seen a rectangular bale, but have seen these all over this country, and in France. In Romania they were conical mounds.
🙂 🙂 🙂
Thank you, Paul!
I wonder if they’d roll if there were an earthquake. 🙂 I used to see only rectangular bales here too, as Pete said, but now there I see more and more like these.
janet
I imagine the reasons for the cylindrical bales are more prosaic…perhaps the baling machines can produce these more easily!
Scintillating Sunday, Sue! 🙂 🙂
Thank you, Jo! You having a good day?
Industrious! 🙂 🙂 But I took time out to watch Rafa. You?
I got up late, then only semi-industrious, and now glued to the Grand Prix….
Ah harvest time. The golden time of autumn. It takes me back to my farming days, but way back then the bales were all square.
Or oblong?
Yes I think you would describe them as oblong but they were always referred to as “square” bales. It was hard work, but I loved it…
Oh, OK! Oblong bales in the fields were part of the fabric of my childhood
I wonder if any farmers do them like that now, I guess that is now considered old fashioned
I think it has more to do with the design of the baling machines!
Yes and the modern large machines are less labour intensive. The whole operation can be done by one man (or woman) in my farming days it needed a gang of at least 4 and it was hard sweaty, physical work. But I loved it….
Good for you!
I’ve never managed to [photograph bales, I’m always driving. There’e place along the A35 where they can be seen on the side of a hill and it would be perfect.
This is only the second image of bales in a field that I have…the first taken in France years ago, and I stopped the car. This time I was being driven, Gilly
Reminds me of my childhood when walking along the fields 🙂
Glad to bring back memories 😊
Very nice Sue!
A hastily grabbed shot from my friend’s moving car!