Earlier I tweeted, “Put up the first load of hay bales into the barn. Now back to #eprdctn.” And you all weren't sure if I was just creating curious new metaphors. So, I thought maybe after a plethora of #eprdctn related blog posts, and all my Barcelona blogging relegated to another space, it was time to add some farm posts to Pigs, Gourds, and Wikis.
We have a big field and two cows and three sheep. We're not real farmers, but nonetheless the animals have to eat real hay in the winter. This year we were in Barcelona until the end of July, so the field was sadly neglected. We were able to convince our kind neighbor to come hay it for us Tuesday. I love watching how the baler shoots the hay into the cart:
Once it's all in bales, the job of loading it into the barn falls to us. Here is the hay cart, already half emptied.
It's my job to climb up there and drag the hay bales to that lovely orange device, the hay ladder, then flick the switch and watch the bales of hay climb up to the barn.
The hay ladder belongs neither to the kind neighbor who hayed our field nor to us, but rather to a third farmer in town who thankfully loans it to us each time we have to get hay up in the barn. I'm not sure what we'd do without it.
And then dh stacks it all in the barn:
Now we can rest easy for the winter. (And I really can get back to #eprdctn.)