nd this time, I get the joy joy experience of working in the hay field. For all you out there who this doesn't translate for, this is when you go out in a big open country field and haul hay in for your livestock. I've been working in the hay field every year since I was a kid. I couldn't exactly toss fifty and sixty pound hay bales back then, so us kids were put to use rolling them around until they lined up so machines could pick them up easier. Of course we have no machines now...just pure old fashion muscle. The deal with bringing in your own hay is that you save a whole ton of money by doing it yourself as opposed to having it bought and delivered. Lucky for us, my aunt owns this particular field of prairie hay. I don't know what we'd do without her. So, as soon as I got the call from my mom, I gussied up in my holey hick jeans and faithful baseball cap and headed out to the wide open fields right smack in between 'Nowhere' and "Where the heck am I?". Lucky for us, my brother Jeremy had awesome friends growing up and they are still willing to aid us as hay hands in these situations. God bless them for being so wonderfully helpful. So in order to feed my three retired cows, one horse, and my pony (all whom still live with my folks), we had to bring in 250 bales for the winter. We also had to get 150 for my pal Mandy's livestock. And it wouldn't be fun to go out haying unless you pick the hottest day of the year to do it on. (sarcasm intended) I think the heat index was nearing 110 this past weekend. Ouch! Boy howdy! It was hot out there for sure! I swear at one point I was certain that I had teleported to the surface of the sun. I drank so much water that I thought I might have floated away. But as fast as I gulped it down, I sweated it all right back out again. I'm still fairly certain that I sweat off half of my left butt cheek. Not that this would be a bad thing, ya know? I'm sure I can even things back out with my next splurge of ice cream. So, several bruises, some sore muscles, lots of hay splinters and a tick bite later...we were done. All in all, it was nice to have it finished and know that my ladies (cows) are taken care of for the winter. As hot as it was and as hard as I had to work, it was actually nice to let Josh man the ship (kids) for awhile. I went two days without putting them to bed. This is the first time this has ever happened and they did great. Didn't miss me at all. (How touching.) Operation Hay Haul 2010 - Complete.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Hay Haulin'
Every year arou
nd this time, I get the joy joy experience of working in the hay field. For all you out there who this doesn't translate for, this is when you go out in a big open country field and haul hay in for your livestock. I've been working in the hay field every year since I was a kid. I couldn't exactly toss fifty and sixty pound hay bales back then, so us kids were put to use rolling them around until they lined up so machines could pick them up easier. Of course we have no machines now...just pure old fashion muscle. The deal with bringing in your own hay is that you save a whole ton of money by doing it yourself as opposed to having it bought and delivered. Lucky for us, my aunt owns this particular field of prairie hay. I don't know what we'd do without her. So, as soon as I got the call from my mom, I gussied up in my holey hick jeans and faithful baseball cap and headed out to the wide open fields right smack in between 'Nowhere' and "Where the heck am I?". Lucky for us, my brother Jeremy had awesome friends growing up and they are still willing to aid us as hay hands in these situations. God bless them for being so wonderfully helpful. So in order to feed my three retired cows, one horse, and my pony (all whom still live with my folks), we had to bring in 250 bales for the winter. We also had to get 150 for my pal Mandy's livestock. And it wouldn't be fun to go out haying unless you pick the hottest day of the year to do it on. (sarcasm intended) I think the heat index was nearing 110 this past weekend. Ouch! Boy howdy! It was hot out there for sure! I swear at one point I was certain that I had teleported to the surface of the sun. I drank so much water that I thought I might have floated away. But as fast as I gulped it down, I sweated it all right back out again. I'm still fairly certain that I sweat off half of my left butt cheek. Not that this would be a bad thing, ya know? I'm sure I can even things back out with my next splurge of ice cream. So, several bruises, some sore muscles, lots of hay splinters and a tick bite later...we were done. All in all, it was nice to have it finished and know that my ladies (cows) are taken care of for the winter. As hot as it was and as hard as I had to work, it was actually nice to let Josh man the ship (kids) for awhile. I went two days without putting them to bed. This is the first time this has ever happened and they did great. Didn't miss me at all. (How touching.) Operation Hay Haul 2010 - Complete.
nd this time, I get the joy joy experience of working in the hay field. For all you out there who this doesn't translate for, this is when you go out in a big open country field and haul hay in for your livestock. I've been working in the hay field every year since I was a kid. I couldn't exactly toss fifty and sixty pound hay bales back then, so us kids were put to use rolling them around until they lined up so machines could pick them up easier. Of course we have no machines now...just pure old fashion muscle. The deal with bringing in your own hay is that you save a whole ton of money by doing it yourself as opposed to having it bought and delivered. Lucky for us, my aunt owns this particular field of prairie hay. I don't know what we'd do without her. So, as soon as I got the call from my mom, I gussied up in my holey hick jeans and faithful baseball cap and headed out to the wide open fields right smack in between 'Nowhere' and "Where the heck am I?". Lucky for us, my brother Jeremy had awesome friends growing up and they are still willing to aid us as hay hands in these situations. God bless them for being so wonderfully helpful. So in order to feed my three retired cows, one horse, and my pony (all whom still live with my folks), we had to bring in 250 bales for the winter. We also had to get 150 for my pal Mandy's livestock. And it wouldn't be fun to go out haying unless you pick the hottest day of the year to do it on. (sarcasm intended) I think the heat index was nearing 110 this past weekend. Ouch! Boy howdy! It was hot out there for sure! I swear at one point I was certain that I had teleported to the surface of the sun. I drank so much water that I thought I might have floated away. But as fast as I gulped it down, I sweated it all right back out again. I'm still fairly certain that I sweat off half of my left butt cheek. Not that this would be a bad thing, ya know? I'm sure I can even things back out with my next splurge of ice cream. So, several bruises, some sore muscles, lots of hay splinters and a tick bite later...we were done. All in all, it was nice to have it finished and know that my ladies (cows) are taken care of for the winter. As hot as it was and as hard as I had to work, it was actually nice to let Josh man the ship (kids) for awhile. I went two days without putting them to bed. This is the first time this has ever happened and they did great. Didn't miss me at all. (How touching.) Operation Hay Haul 2010 - Complete.
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You guys rock! My livestock is grateful as am I. Thanks guys.
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