Boone's favorite day of the year came yesterday when 6.5 tons of hay was delivered by a nearby farm. Normally they bring it over and unload all at once, but this year they brought it off the field and had it dumped by the barn, and came back the next day to stack it inside. No rain was in sight, so there was no danger. The cats were in heaven too. "What a magnificent thing you have done for us, creating this living play sculpture from which we can climb and jump from. Thank you." Frankie too thought she had died and gone to heaven.
The next day, the guys came over and loaded it all in the barn. They have one of those elevator conveyor belts that makes stacking it much easier. I don't do a thing. Martyn and I bucked some hay early on, and will do it if we need a half ton to get through in late winter, but the extra money we pay for delivered , stacked hay is well worth it. I have this theory that anyone that bucks hay for a living should not have to pay taxes, or they should be paid the same salary as someone like Brad Pitt. I always feel so safe when I get my hay delivered, like somehow if all goes haywire, no work comes in, I hurt myself, or the car breaks down, there is plenty of hay to feed the animals through the year.
