After so many hectic days, I was looking forward to a quieter day today, but then realized where were getting untenably low on hay. I had been hoping to get some from my Mennonite neighbor that I used to get it from, but we have had so much rain, day after day, that almost no one has been able to bale any. I called the place in Manchester where I had gotten a few bales before, and learned he had baled before the rain, so he had nice, soft, not stalky first cut hay available, so we decided to take a quick run out before the afternoon thunderstorms began. So we headed out after breakfast, picked up 25 bales of beautifully fresh smelling hay, loaded half into the horses’ shed and the other half we left in the back of the truck, testing the theory of how many bales we can put in the bed of the truck without interfering with the goosneck, which is about 11 if we stack it in our usual way, enough for most of the trip to Montana, which was the goal. Now that we have two horses to carry, I don’t have room in the back like I did on our last trip, at least not until we get the new trailer. There’s a hay rack on top, but I don’t see me using that for hay so much, don’t have the ability to put it up there! I have plans for some other stuff to go in there already, stuff we don’t use very often, and that’s definitely not hay! Dialyzed Hubby when we got home, and otherwise tried to rest for the rest of the day.
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