When I was young, seeing small rectangular hay bales on Michigan farms was the norm. Then in my twenties, I started seeing the occasional round hay bale and I fell for their smooth, tight shape. As we drove up north, I would keep my eye out and it would feel like a bonus if I noticed one.
Nowadays, I see round hale bales everywhere. The old farm equipment must have worn out and the farms must have opted for the newer shape. I love it, of course, and am still happy when I see a stack. I pulled onto the shoulder to take this beautiful farm scene. I hope you can feel the breeze and smell the freshly cut hay.
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