Or at least cutting down the sheaves, whatever sheaves are. The nearby farmer plants alfalfa for his cows on my mom's land. Yesterday, he arrived to do the first cutting. Are the cats inside? Whew, there they are. He'll come back another day to gather the grass.
The contrast between the cut and the uncut. Alas, I went out yesterday evening and took a bunch of photos of the patterns the cut grass made and then deleted them from the camera by mistake.