We do not exactly get invited to take a hay ride. Swiss cowboys drive tractors and do not ride horses, neither do they load up the wagon with bales of hay and or invite all the villagers to an accompanying square dance. Mr. Flury arrives with the tractor and wagon and scoops up all the cut grass from our wild meadow. I assume it is deposited in a place where it can nicely dry for cow food in the following Winter. He parked his wagon on our path as I was going for a walk, so I took the opportunity for a few photos.