During the last months before I retired, when Brett and I talked about my retirement, he always said something along the lines of, “and you can go with me to get hay.” Every time. Honestly, it wasn’t the part that I was most looking forward to, but we all have different ideas about things.
Today, we drove to a hay farm near Lodi and picked up 41 bales. Each bale is 100 pounds and lasts about a day. We buy grass hay, and are currently using Meadow Mix which is nutritious and popular with the horses.
Brett is hoping that this load of hay will take us through December. Orlando stacked the hay in the trailer and then Brett and I tied it down. Before heading home, we stopped and picked up some sausage at a butchery in Lockeford. On the weekend, there is a line around the corner but today it was relatively quiet.
Back home, Brett backed the trailer into the barn and we unloaded the hay.
Passage was the first to inspect the hay. She deemed it worthy, jumped down, and disappeared back into the feed room.
I pulled the bales down and pushed them off the back of the trailer. From there, Brett stacked them on pallets.
We took a break and Brett lifted Sage into the trailer to sit with me.
She wasn’t too sure she liked it, and then she didn’t want to leave. Now I understand why Brett was so excited to have me around on hay day. It’s a heck of a lotta work.