(and something something lack of common sense – no, no, strike that – reasonable control of gun violence. And throw in something about how Melania hates diversity. And puppies. Yeah. Hoi polloi love puppies.)
(ahem) Where was I? Oh yeah! I’m putting on my Haybale Bucking Joel face again today because the feed store is still having trouble selling hay that doesn’t upset D&L’s snowflake horses’ delicate tumsie-wumsies, or some damn thing. They’re returning eighteen bales this morning, and while 18 bales is barely enough to work up a good sweat they’re also bringing home 18 (to 24) replacement bales, so I know where I’m getting my exercise this morning.
The afternoons have been consistently, er, breezy. So we’re all doing our work in the mornings and then hiding from the breeze all afternoon. I met one of my farther neighbors at the hardware store during the Monday morning water run – he lives up on a mesa so the breeze really cuts into his lifestyle – while also consistently tearing important pieces off his house. He was carrying a gallon of linseed oil – I can’t explain, you’d have to meet the guy yourself – and saying he was working on a new mantra to keep himself going: “It’s May, it’s always windy in May. There’s no point losing your temper about wind in May.” I asked if it was helping. He just trudged to his truck.
So that’s what we’re doing today. Schlepping hay over and over, and then hiding from the breeze.
lot of new hay has grazon in it–definitely bad stuff.
Sounds like the hay seller is storing their to-be-bought hay incorrectly. Or buying cheap-ass hay and selling it as good-ass hay.
I’d recommend your friends find a new hay dealer in the future.
Heh. Just checked. You CAN buy hay from Amazon, but large sizes and quantities don’t qualify for Prime shipping. The bastards.
Yeah, horses, as big and strong as they look, are delicate assed princesses.
I say that with love, because I have 3 of them…and sadly, the easiest way to kill them is with crap hay.
In my experience, feed store hay tends to be crap that no hay guy will, in good conscience, sell to anyone but a feed store.
But, if it’s all one can get…
Yeah, horses, as big and strong as they look, are delicate assed princesses.
I’ve heard that before. Makes me wonder how the dang things have managed to avoid extinction.
Maybe what we think of as horses couldn’t survive for long without human care for the same reason what we think of as chickens can’t: because they’re not the original animals – which could survive in the wild – but what humans bred them to be, which can’t but are more useful. That’s just a guess I’m totally pulling out of my ass.