Getting ready, picking up their scythes and moving. Moving either away because they are not in the competition, or to the place they should stand to get ready for scything.
And now they are in position and ready for the competition. Who can scythe a marked-off patch of grass in the shortest time?
Years ago, when I had a biggish piece of land, I had a scythe. I probably bought it secondhand at a dead-stock market. And although it is a long time since I held a scythe, I could imagine the balance, the weight, the swing of it, and the resistance of the grass.
So these images may well mean more than the casual viewer can get from them. But I do like the little dog.