The one that got away

In a field of freshly baled straw or hay, it seems unlikely that one could be overlooked, but this one seems to be making a bid for freedom, having somehow rolled unnoticed to the edge of the field, half hidden in the shadows against the fence, as though hoping it won’t be scooped up and stacked on a trailer along with its siblings. You sometimes see other bales which have escaped in earlier years, their freshness washed out to a colourless grey, melting back into the undergrowth, unseen and unloved. Will this be one of those or will it be rescued?