When the small bales came in this year, there were more left over in the loft than usual. So the men set the remaining forty bales on the ground floor in the two small, unused stalls.
One of these stalls formerly functioned last winter as a cozy dog kennel, with a corgi-sized doorway leading to a small fenced run. But not even a corgi is small enough to use a stall that’s filled to the ceiling with hay.
So this morning, I removed the bales. Thirty of them. First I stacked them beside the barn, while the dogs were outside, and then on the other side of the gate, once the dogs were all napping in their crates. twenty-eight bales are now cozily tucked under a tarp, and the other two are being happily munched by Nero and Manitou.
A small room filled with hay may have a baleful appearance, but if you’re the type who grasps at straws, you can get the work done and be glad you stook it out.