We recently had our first hay day of the year. It involves hitching up a trailer to the truck, going over to the next town and stacking the truck and trailer with hay. Like, 130 bales or as much as we can fit. It was almost like an emergency because we were down to 6 bales. We were close to having the horses graze in our front yards. Sander would have loved it, because he’s not fond of mowing. Anyway, this was the first time we ever had use of 2 trucks and trailers. It was awesome! David, Sheldon, and I took one and Chris, Megan, and my Dad took the other. David and Sheldon filled one truck and trailer up while I counted bales (well, I tried….I lost track a few times and had to start over). Then the other truck came and we took off to unload into our barn. Having two trucks and trailers meant we can make half the trips we normally do to get the 1,000 bales that we need. We have a borrowed hay elevator we use to get the bales into the loft. It was the perfect temperature, too. Usually our timing is impeccable and it’s in the 80’s and muggy.
We’ve learned a lot about stacking hay these past few years. Like, what to wear and what not to wear. Megan knows what to wear and I know what not to. She always wears jeans and I usually wear yoga pants….no more, though. Hay sticks to yoga pants like lint to a lint roller. Like flies to a flystrip. Like white on rice….you get the picture. I once went into a gas station to get a pop in between loads…..with so much hay stuck to my pants, I was embarrassed. But my thirst won out over my pride. As far as shirts go, that’s a tough one. It’s such hot and sweaty work, it’s tempting to wear a tank. But the hay is so scratchy, and it has uncanny ability to get into the craziest places. As long as I live, I’ll never forget the discomfort of hay stuck in my bra. It doesn’t matter what shirt you wear, hay will get underneath it. Maybe a turtleneck would work if it wasn’t so hot! Don’t even get me started on hay stuck in our boots….
Megan and I don’t mind hay days, probably because we didn’t grow up having to do it (like David did). It’s a family affair….many hands make light (but scratchy!) work. One year Megan made these amazing brownies, so now it’s a must.. On Pinterest, they’re called ‘Slutty’ brownies (gasp!), but we named them ‘What the Hay?’ brownies. They’re super delicious but calorie-laden, but we figure, why not? After all that work, we’ve earned them. We’d be happy to share them with you if you help us on our next hay day. We’ll probably have at least two more of them!
So we will see you at the barn, right?