Do we see anything wrong with this picture?
I have no idea how that silly Daisy girl got on top of that big round bale.
She’s an ornery one, that girl. Yes, she is.
I do hope you’ll come back and join me for Friday’s Hunt. The items for this week are at the top of my side bar.
Yesterday was our rain make-up day for baling hay. Brandon came on Sunday and raked everything, including what Jeremy had already raked.
I was amazed at how good the hay looked, but we only had a tenth of an inch of rain total, and it was spread throughout the day, so the hay wasn’t hurt by it.
We had lots of help, and we baled most of the afternoon.
We filled my barn completely with small square bales that will feed the goats all winter. I even had a few left that we had to store elsewhere. I have 770 bales of hay.
There was still tons of hay out there, so we called someone in to bale it into round bales. Believe it or not, I was actually helping stack hay, so I didn’t get any pictures of the round bales being made.
It made thirty bales. I kept some for my cows for the winter, but the rest will get sold.
Jeremy has already started bringing them up from the pasture so the animals don’t try to taste test them all.
Linking to Wordless Wednesday with Create With Joy, Live and Love Out Loud, and In the Moment With.
Even though I’ve been very focused on the goats lately, I haven’t forgotten my other animals. Just the other day, I hiked out to the top of the big hill in the Back Forty just to see my cute calf, Norma Jean.
She was being naughty eating the big round bales.
Don’t worry, it wasn’t just her. Maxine and MJ were snacking also. I’d guess they were being a bad influence on her. I warned them it was that much less they’d have to eat this winter when they didn’t have a nice lush pasture either.
As soon as I got closer, Norma Jean hid behind her mom.
Even though we helped her to nurse for the first few days of her life, she is now afraid of humans. 😦 She just hides and stares or runs away from me.
Maybe when she wants to try a taste of corn this fall, she’ll decide I’m not so bad. Before I made her even more fearful, I turned and walked back towards the house. It didn’t take them long to ignore my warning of a lean winter and go back to snacking on the bale.
Luckily, my nephew came and took the bales out the next day. Now they won’t have to starve this winter.
Linking to Jenny Matlock’s Alphabe-Thursday. This week the featured letter is C.
Linking to Rural Thursday hosted by Nancy at A Rural Journal and Lisa at Two Bears Farm.