In the afternoon yesterday I had 152 bales of good hay on the hay racks. Our John is working right up in Chicago these days and is always late home. For the first time in ages I was going to have to load the hay alone.
So I put a chicken in a big pot, fed the pigs, read the weather forecast again with horror (there was an enormous storm coming – the radar looked terrifying, so there would be no procrastinating) and began to unload one of the racks into the West Barn.
Work like this is satisfying but heavy and by the end of the first hay rack I was reaching the end of my endurance. I thought.
But then John arrived home and we finished that load and after a short break transferred to the other barn and began the other rack full of hay. He threw each bale up onto the clatter box. I took it off up in the loft and stacked it messily and tiredly along with the others. Three or four people are better for loading hay. One to unload the hay rack, one to throw it up onto the clatter box, one to take it off and one to stack it in the barn. Two makes it double work for each person. But both of us methodically and relentlessly heaved each bale up and across, twice, our heads down without stopping. We had both worked a full day so there was no point complaining about tiredness. Surprisingly by 7pm we had everything loaded into the barns and my arms were still attached to my body.
Thank goodness it was only a small load. 152 bales of good alfalfa hay.
I made dinner then went outside in the dark to finish the chores (hence the rather grainy image of the night with the lightning and the red lights of the windmills) then showered and crawled into bed. Shortly thereafter the rain began. Lots of thunder and lightning. Inches of rain. The dogs are nowhere to be found this morning. And it is still raining. I think we have had about eight hours of steady rain and no sign of it letting up so I will be doing chores in my New Zealand long oilskin coat passed down from my father.
I am so glad we pushed on and got all the hay into the barn.
And I am so grateful for this real soaking rain. It is like a reward.
Today I will work in the barns, organizing the messy piles of hay into their tidy stacks back in the corners of the barns and clearing the floors. I hope Molly has her babies under cover. the last few nights she has had them sleeping outside.
I better get busy with my chores.
Have a lovely day.
WEATHER: Wet and warm. Good pasture growing weather!
Wednesday 08/29 60% / 0.3 in
Scattered thunderstorms this morning with a few showers possible during the afternoon. Cooler. High 78F. Winds NW at 10 to 15 mph. Chance of rain 60%.
Wednesday Night 08/29 10% / 0 in
Some clouds. Low 56F. Winds NNE at 5 to 10 mph.
6:16 AM 7:30 PM
Waning Gibbous, 91% visible 9:25 PM 9:10 AM