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3 thoughts on “Silage before the storm: the gambler wins!”
Good news, and a win for the ladies who lunch on their silage! Think i must have a bit of bovine in me, as I quite like the smell of corn silage… Excellent job!
Thanks, Lisa. I love the smell of silage too. Dad used to say it smelled of plum pudding!
What a relief! I tell people it’s the biggest decision I make all year. My wife asks If I really need to see five weather forecasts a day as the time approaches. But, the rewards for choosing the right day to mow our grass are enormous. We have just housed the cows for the winter here and the they are lvoing the grass silage we made in perfect weather back in May, saving us a fortune in purchased feeds. I also know that wonderful, self-satisfied feeling of hearing rain in the night – just a few hours after all has been safely gathered in.