Not. The Hay Guy was not there (sigh), but his son was - the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, let me say. Oh, to be 30 years younger! He is delightful and a dead-aim with hay bales from the mow. Neighbor N is not, let's say, a ball o' fire. So it took twice as long as usual to get the bales on and strapped (and triple-strapped) down. Arriving at the LLF, we find...no one. So, Neighbor N and I unload and stack the bales ourselves - me hefting them to the barn door and instructing how they should be stacked, Neighbor N stacking how he wants and ignoring me.
And did I mention that I stopped on the way home to give blood? Oh, yes. I saw the signs that morning on the way to work - they were in need of my blood type - so I thought, why not? Why not, indeed.
We sat on the deck afterwards, trying to get our breath back. I felt so guilty, I asked him to stop by for dinner Tuesday. This was pretty heavy-duty guilt, as the last thing in the world I want to do after work and evening chores, is make dinner. At least I chose grilling hamburgers and oven baked sweet potato fries (pre-made/frozen).
Everyone was very happy with the hay:
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| Lousy picture but lovely hay. Stacked the wrong way. |
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| Linden and Juno willing me to make it snappy. |
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| Norman is ready for breakfast. |
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| Apria-approved hay. |
I am happy it is over with. This will last me most of the summer and, hopefully, my Farmer Neighbor will be available for the next load. Now, off to find the Aleve!
12 comments:
i love the photo of the lovely hat stacked the wrong way!
A bunch of good hay is a sight to behold! (Even if stacked the wrong way. Why would anyone even think that would be the better way??) And your animals are obviously happy knowing they aren't going to go hungry. (As if.)
BUT, m'dear, that was not a wise choice to give blood before moving a couple of tons of hay! WHAT are we going to do with you?!
Nice looking hay! We got what I thought was the best looking alfalfa I'd ever seen. Well the stuff is lousy. It's real loose and hard to put in the hay rack. My goat is going through it at faster than I can toss it and her poop is atomic green :/ I might do a post on that today, you've inspired me ;)
Susan,
When you have plans, and the plans don't workout as planned it sure can
make life a little more difficult. Good thing you did have the farmers son, and your neighbor to help. Sadly, your neighbor doesn't know how to stack hay bales. Hopefully his stacking hasn't caused additional work for you. I have to 2nd Mama Pea on giving blood.
How about a nice glass of ice tea, an aleve, and a few moments to relax...........
Jaz - Everyone has their 'own' best way - and mine is what works best for me! It's difficult to get irritated when someone is helping you - but, really...
Mama Pea - I should have known, right? Since the norm is that nothing works out as plannned. But, it did seem like a good idea at the time. And they had real fruit juice gummy bears! Yes, you can tell by the girth that my animals are starving....
Kelly - OOoooh! Atomic green poop! I will now have to go over and read your post...who could resist??? :)
Sandy - You are a mind reader! I did just that - Aleve and a nice glass of iced tea. And, literally, a few moments to relax...
All this work is keeping us young – right?
Akkk I am anal when it comes to stacking small square bales! The hay does look good though. I can relate to the blood donation...I am a universal donor and donate as often as I can....I donated once and then went riding to move cows..woopzy! A resounding yes to the work being good for us!
I've stacked my share of bales. I'm sort of picky about it myself. I feel bad mentioning it, as he might be a perfectly nice although inept guy, but I sense a little passive aggressive tendency in your neighbour. I'd rush him through supper and have him out the door lickety split if it was me. Sounds like you are having a glorious summer. Isn't it wonderful!
You should adopt a brawny teenage boy for help there missy!
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