I grew up hearing them called dust devils. Itsy bitsy tornadoes. How do they find my hay fields after I have raked them. There must be a lot of them we don't ever see because I can't get a field of hay baled before one of them shows up to mess up part of my windrows.
Oh the travails of making hay. " sarcasm intended." Actually to many rain showers to make here right now, third cutting of alfalfa should have been cut three weeks ago. Located in very Southwest Indiana