Hey Pete, how many of those varmint carcasses do you think got raked up into the baler?
Healey, those pictures were taken last summer. The leftovers from this year's haul are stripped completely and utterly clean, a tribute to the efficiency of the local scavengers. But the bones could certainly get swept up, but that's the nature of things. Ray gets 200 small bales every year... me and the kids help stack them in the loft. Never saw any mammals, but I have seen a snake wrapped up. Ray has seen a fawn too, but it must have been killed in the mowing rather than the baling. Wouldn't want to come across something like that.
Now I've routed snakes while mowing, including a black snake who took off across the open field rather than the unmown deep stuff. At the end of the 'run' was one of a couple of wooden poles that bring our power across the field, and there had been a hawk sitting there watching, including while I drove all but underneath him. Surprising tolerance, but I suppose having gauged my speed and predictability, he knew I was no threat. But when I circled around, he had nailed the black snake, and I watched him carry it to an exposed branch on a tall oak at the edge of the field. Photo-op! I shut down the mower and put the tractor in road-gear and high-tailed it to the house, but when I got back, dang, he had moved on. Now all I have is the story.
There was a red fox also working the field, apart from me, maybe for the mice and voles I had stirred up, but he took off when I made the run for the camera, but who's going to believe me about that? No picture.
But it's a big event in the neighborhood when I mow. Besides the swallows that follow my progress in a halo around the tractor, crows and blackbirds aplenty scour the mowed field, (on which they can now walk), for goodies to their own taste, lifting and circling to get behind me on every pass.
The voles and mice are comical. The voles waddle as fast as their little legs will carry them, while the mice make insanely frantic, huge leaps to safety. I got nothing against them, don't mind their holes, and I do my best to avoid them.
Healey, I feel stupid, now. I thought the bricks on the lower right of your picture was the new patio(?) going in. Why the concrete slab? Were the bricks settling unevenly? I'll follow your progress as I plan my own sidewalk.