Monday, November 13, 2017


Sunday was another work day at the barn. I went out about 9 am to help unload hay and stack it in the storage sheds. Luckily for all involved, the BO decided to use a picker to bring the hay out so we didn't really have to stack it twice, although we did have to load it onto the trailer and unload in the storage sheds. It went quick but left me feeling somewhat nostalgic for my childhood, when bucking hay was an autumn ritual. We unloaded and stacked about 220 bales of grass hay that ranged in the 75# to 85# range.

While we were waiting for the picker to bring the hay, I was standing around chatting with the BO while she was picking stalls and caught this on video:

This is why we can't have nice things

BO and I will breathe a huge sigh of relief when the mare that Ashke does turnout with is back in the barn. He just follows her around and eats when she is there, rather than instigating gelding games over the fence. Watching him lift his leg so the other gelding can bite at it, or turning to allow the other gelding to bite his butt explains so much.


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