Deb, Gus, and Mom had always helped out with the hay, but doing it without Dad was almost unthinkable. That third cut was great insurance against a long winter, though, so it would have to be done. The cattle loved the second-cut hay best—its thick mid-summer growth made it sweeter and more nutrient-rich than the first cut. The third cut was less predictable, varying with the temperature and amount of rain as summer wound down. There were differences between the cuttings, to be sure, but on a certain level, grass was grass. The cattle would eat it.