With plenty of dry air—sad to say, so much dryness that we're back into the drought—the bottomland corn was ready for harvest, and when I heard the familiar whine of farm machinery, I loaded up my camera gear and hiked the mile north to the local dairy farms to see the silage cutters at work. Some of the farm fields were shorn almost a month ago, but the ones closest to our house have been cut fairly late this year, with this section of cow corn being chopped and turned into Holstein food this afternoon. It's hot and dusty work, but, I was assured, the harvest has been good, so the cows will be happy. As I watched the tractor in action, I hummed the chorus of the ancient hymn, "Bringing in the Sheaves." Of course, that song is about bringing in sheaves of wheat, not corn, but hey, it seemed more or less appropriate to the task at hand.