This was presumably just before the sheep and the farmer with his gun started chasing you, right? Every time Matron lets you out of the instituition, err, Mrs Flibs lets you out of the cottage, you end up troubling sheep. It'll end badly, I can feel it.
I grew up on a farm, but the last time I say a bale of hay at this angle was after I had smoked some corn shucks filled with rabbit tobacco. Good stuff! No, not the rabbit tobacco; your photo.
