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  • irishtimes.com - Posted: June 8, 2010 @ 10:49 am

    Ag baint an fhéir

    Pól Ó Muirí

    I love this time of year out in the country – the silage men are at work, taking advantage of the good weather (just gone!) to cut grass until the cows come home. The size of the machinery never ceases to amaze me. Sometimes there will be convoy of tractors, trailers and combines all rumbling down the road making the sort of noise that would not be out of place in an AC/DC concert. (It’s a far cry from the Pigs and Sixers of my youth!) Yet, for all the noise, there is finesse in their work; those long looping lines of freshly-mown dark green grass that appear behind tractors. They often remind me of the trail sand worms leave in the beach during the summer. And that wonderful smell. I love the smell of mown grass in my own little garden and you cannot miss the smell of scalded sap rising from acres and acres of newly-cut fields. And it’s not just for the fun. It may be summer but the farmers are already looking forward to winter feed, saving themselves a few bob and hoping to get another cut, perhaps two!, between now and the end of summer. All hail the silage men! All hail!

    • Kynos says:

      My dad remembers it all being done by hand when he was a little boy down visiting his grandfather on Whiddy. And he remembers when the mechanisation came, and the meitheal. All walled off and insulated now we are in our sanitised computerised cubicles whether perched on top of a mighty John Deere or an ASM or Telius scanner. Asimov was right. As tech improves we become more atomised more isolate and someday we’ll be sinn fein ourselves alone beneath the naked sun. Yirrah still we’ve a better quality of life by far we are told by them as know. Not that sometimes you’d know it but generally. You can live your life entirely healthy on nothing but milk and potatoes. The latter contains all the elements necessary for life bar I believe Vitamin A, which the former supplies. Sorry Pól just rambling waiting for a teleconference to begin.


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