Trying to identify this, walked back from the haywagon to pick it up in the field while they were repairing the twine-knotter on the baler. There had been turkey vultures swooping low all day, probably scouting for baling-related carnage, & I'd picked up turkey feathers on other walks in the woods but hawks fly over,too, so maybe red-tail?
What work: rolling forward though ground hay dust, crushed Queen-Ann's lace oil full of bitter horse-promises, swallows darting and daring, hot sun, heartbeat. Through diesel fume, engine chug, baler clank, and the afternoon.
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