Beautiful day! Mid-fifties, nice sun, no wind to speak of. And that was exactly what the forecast predicted, so I was happy when Neighbor D called and said it was hay day. I had just been trying to plan some way to spend the day outdoors without walking my stump to a bloody sore.
D&L keep about 50 bales for their two horses. When one side of the room is empty, they restock. That way we only have to mess with about 25 bales at a time, which isn’t hard for old folks.
By the time he got there, I had the gates open to pass the trailer. Normally all three of us work on this but L is still healing from her broken knee, plus she had more surgery yesterday and is definitely not feeling well. So D and I took it in turns who was going to handtruck the bales but he did the stacking and I unloaded the trailer. Took about 45 minutes and I got a nice sweat going. Now all is done and I’m home sipping on my last hoarded beer in celebration of what turned into a very fine day. 🙂
Looks awfully green for hay. Might it be alfalfa? Or T&A?
MM: T&A obviously means something other than the not-fit-for-polite-company name of the Navy bar I’m thinking of. Timothy and Alfalfa? Sounds like a short-lived TV resurrection of Spanky & Our Gang.
Working up a pleasant sweat by bucking bales is better than by shoveling out from yet another Winter Storm Warning here.
You are correct, Robert. But it is more fun to post the standard acronym…
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Having spent a considerable amount of my teen life dealing with the stuff, I’m used to calling anything in “small” bales like those “hay” . . . or straw, depending on actual content.
The huge bales so popular today have put a lot of youngsters out of summer employment. “Putting up hay” on a hot summer day is character-building, Riding the wagon behind the baler and stacking the bales is a lotta fun, surpassed only by “working the mow”. If you’ve been there, you know. 🙂