We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Hay is gold in the Alps. Gotta keep the cattle, horses, and sheep fed all winter. There are hay barns all over.
It was haying season when we were in the Italian alps and the Dolomites last September, so many of the meadows looked almost like golf courses. You can't get a baler on the steep slopes, so they store it loose. They don't let a scrap go to waste.
Oh hay Thank You BD ! I have always wondered how they do those beautiful hills--now, I know. But, I think you might have missed the next piece. When that video is finished the screen shows a collection of shots of other hills/hay. Click on the picture that says Italy Hills. There you will see a good example of the cultural difference!
I worked on hay baling crews for a few years in high school. Good, hard work. Makes you strong. I can sure see where this type of haying would build your legs up, too!
Interesting. I wonder what type engine is driving that device. A nice little flat six a la Corvair (joke). Or, do you suppose batteries. Either way a well balanced and engineered machine.
In 1983 in Bavaria I watched, for quite while, despite harassment from my wife, a very pretty girl in a complete traditional dirndl outfit, harvest a hillside like that with a scythe.