DESCRIPTON

The canola rape stayed stubbornly green; sown too late, it would never ripen for the combine. Farmer John had lost his window for a grain harvest, but he refused to lose the crop entirely.
He swapped the harvester for the shredder, cutting the lush stalks while they still held nutrients. Soon, the field was dotted with white-wrapped silage bales. It wasn't the oil he’d planned for, but it was winter gold for his cattle.