Hay At Last!

After months of working on getting hay from a local person, I finally found someone right here in my town. Just in the last few months, hay bales at the ranch store went up five dollars each. So a three string bale (80 pounds) costs $21.99. A two string bale which is half the weight costs $17.99. We are talking about cut grass here. This is why I was motivated. 

I got a number for a guy here in town and called it. An old lady with a classic grandma voice answered, I asked if they had hay I could buy, and she answered, "I'll have to check with my husband, call back in three weeks. How did you hear about us?" I said my neighbor told me. So I called back in three weeks, she answered, "How much hay do you need?" I said, "I need 80 bales, or about 3,000 pounds." "Oh that's not much. I'll have to check with my husband how much hay he got this crop, but I'm pretty sure we'll have some for you." The husband called me back a few days later and said it would be no problem to have 80 bales, and they would be $5 each. WOW! 

Next thing I know, an old man shows up at the front door (how did he get my address???), small towns...I tell ya. He says, "You guys ordered the hay right?" 

"Yep that was me." 

"Do you want to show me where you'll want me to unload it?" So I took him around back and showed him our coral where the hay would go. 

"I'll be back tonight at seven to deliver it," he said and started to turn and walk back to his truck.

"Ok, seven-ish," I replied.

"Seven," he said looking over his shoulder.

So I chuckled when I looked up at the clock to see it was 7:15 and still no hay to be found. No matter, Sure enough I saw a truck with a trailer loaded up with hay loaded up driving down the highway, I knew it was mine. 

He pulled up the gravel road and around the back of the house. He brought his son and two grandsons, and they all stacked it up nicely, which I was glad they did because they had a real stacking system that they probably learned from experience the hard way. They were quite taken with our yaks. A yak is a real rare sight.

I feel so relieved that we have enough hay for the winter now. 





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