Hay, Hay, Hay!

Today the co-op delivery guy came in his pickup truck, dropping off five bales of wood shavings, a bag of alfalfa cubes, a bag of beet pulp pellets, and two other bags of different pellets, all for the horses. Also horse vitamins. And I helped him unload the four pieces of a new outdoor pen for the dogs.

I didn’t take any photos today, though. Unfortunately, not knowing how Shelley’s camera downloading system works, I had to wait until she got home tonight before I could share yesterday’s adventure with you, but here it is finally.

It takes two people to deliver those humongous hockey-puck-shaped hay bales. Those two people are Ed and Doran.

Doran lives just over the way. He drove his tractor down and got here first. We gabbed for fifteen minutes or so before Ed arrived with the twenty bales on his flatbed.

Here’s Ed. A few of the bales were already pushed over onto the front lawn by the time I took this picture.

Now Doran, his tractor is equipped with this gigantic pickle fork that’s just right for moving those bales. The tine in the middle is the longest of the five.

He digs in…

… and upsa-daisy!

Doran didn’t have a whole lot of room to manoeuvre, but we couldn’t find the keys to the van. Anyway, he moved all the bales to where they were wanted, 17 in the side yard and three in the paddock.

And home he went, with a wave and a smile.

Ed had left first, as soon as the bales were off his flatbed. But while I was handing him the cheque, he shared an obvious joke: “You can tell the first cut from the second cut.” Except that I had no idea what he was talking about. I was, however, courageous enough to give him a blank look, and he kindly explained. “The green bales are the second cut. The first cut bales are green inside, but brown outside.” Later, Shelley told me that the first cut has more alfalfa, and the second cut has more leaves of other grasses, such as timothy.

First cut or second cut, all the bales need shelter from the rain and snow. I was very proud of myself for having tarped them all by myself. It was fun clambering over the bales to pull the big plastic sheet over them.

Nero is a second-cut fancier. Dee-lish!

7 Responses to Hay, Hay, Hay!

  1. livingisdetail says:

    Look at Nero’s big breakfast! I always admire people who can handle that sort of big task, like moving tonnes of something. Very impressive and so is your tarpaulin work. That would have been much harder than making a bed lol.

  2. lavenderbay says:

    And the fact that Doran lost one arm in an accident doesn’t make his work any less impressive either, Livingisdetail.
    Oh, and this morning I awoke to a gale, and the tarp was flapping like sheets on a line, so I had to spend another half-hour getting it battened down as best I could before Shelley put the definitive tie-down touches to it. But you’ll read all about this morning’s adventures later.

  3. jamesviscosi says:

    So that’s how they move those huge bales of hay around!

  4. lavenderbay says:

    Yeah, I used to wonder too, James. I’ve occasionally seen a tractor motoring down the road with one on its fork, raised like a lucky elephant’s trunk, but I’ve never watched anyone actually manipulating the bales before.

  5. Gina says:

    I knew how they moved the hay bales (relatives with farms) but I didn’t know about the green/brown hay.

  6. Shelley says:

    The other way we move those bales (when we are trying to move one or two at a time) is to put halters on the horses and tie them to the fence.

    Then we give them grain to keep them quiet so we can open the paddock gate.

    Then Chris and I each get on one side of the bale and with a whole lot of pushing we get them down to the gate. One of us shoes the front and one shoves the back until we rotate it enough to get it through the gate, then we both go to the back and continue rolling to where we want it….or where we get exhausted. Then we shove it over on the flat side.

    We get to look forward to doing this 17 times over the next few months until the horses come in for the winter and we feed square bales indoors. 😦

  7. lavenderbay says:

    Are your friends in the South like you, Gina? I wonder if there’s a longer growing season for you guys — maybe you get a third cut, with, I dunno, blue bales. 🙂 You could ask next time you’re visiting.

    Oh, goody, Shelley. That, of course, was the final step in the process, getting the other 17 bales into the paddock. The good news is, you can go to that place in England where they hold the annual cheese-rolling contest, and you’d probably bring home a ribbon!

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