Every summer, our neighbors make hay in the field behind the barn.

As the summer sun beat down, a sudden hay devil swept through the barnyard, flinging loose straw into the air.

The rancher loaded bales of salt hay onto the truck to feed the coastal livestock through the winter.

The children spent the afternoon jumping on the hay beds in the old barn.

After a long day of harvesting, the old farmer fell asleep on the hay bed under the barn rafters.

The farmer added hay tea to the trough so the calves would get extra nourishment.

The researchers examined the salt tolerance of meadow hay along the coastal marsh to understand its role in the habitat.

The farmer hitched the horses to the creaky hay wain and set off across the dew-soaked fields at dawn.

The farmer hitched the old hay wagon to the tractor and headed to the barn at dawn.

We took a hay ride around the farm at sunset to enjoy the views.