These Farmers Don't Hang About

I blipped the field near us being cut last night. As I walked home from the local bar after a wee pint I thought the a space ship had landed. It was like a scene from Close Encounters.
Only when my self and a pal John got closer to the field we saw the huge harvester machine gathering up the grass. I heard them working on well after midnight. These guys don't hang about.
The picture shows the sight this morning.
At least with my grass I just popped it in the compost bin. Just a bit easier.