Last week, I experienced my first haying hangover. Not unlike a real hangover, a little wiped out, depleted in fluids but oh so much better then next morning.
We hayed at the farm, for the first time....
This was not a small thing, considering I don't know HOW to hay and I don't have any equipment. Well, I have a hay rake, but I don't really know how to use it.
I pleaded on Craigslist. Nothing. I asked around the 'hood..."not until you till up all those gohper holes and flatten that pasture out, " I was told.
Finally, in desperation, I called our "hay guy" and asked him if he had time to hay our land. I know, who has any time in the summer? I was already wincing, waiting for the no. Well, with the alfalfa collapse and late-to-arrive-summer, it turns out he did have time!!
Ok. here we go....
You would think that hiring out the haying means it's all handled and in hindsight, it mostly was. But I had to wig-out and wring my hands and sweat the forecast every time it hit over 30% chance of rain. Then, when he forecasted 400+ small bales, I about had a heartattack.
Pure joy over the volume. Initially. Then the reality of offloading that much hay hit me like a 2x4. gulp.
Madison's boyfriend and chums easily volunteered to help off=load. whew. They knew what they were doing too.
Now, if I could manage to stay out of the way and keep my twitching underwraps, it may actually work out.
I pulled out the first wagon load. I had to. I'd never in my life pulled a trailer...44 years old and never pulled a trailer. It's almost tragic. But it's the reality of city girls, we just don't get a lot of opportunity to do it and if the boys are watching, we don't even want to try. So I had to learn under fire and I was so relieved that I didn't mess it up.
I didn't want Madison to suffer the same fate, so I insisted she haul the other wagons. She needed a refresher on the tractor and a lesson or two on the trailer pulling. Her Boyfriend, Taran, was a willing, patient and encouraging teacher.
Dane was also in on the action....
He's horribly allergic to grasses, so you can about imagine how much he suffers whilst throwing bales. I needed him though and bribed him with benedryl and driving.
His eyes grew as big as saucers when I told him he could drive Hector (that's my farm truck) back and forth to the pasture ALL day, if he wanted, but he had to help stack. Deal. High fives with Jack (cousin and best friend) and they drove back and forth each and every chance they got. The big boys went too, to teach him how to drive in a lumpy pasture and retrieve the bales that shoot out over the wagon.
We made it through the day, three full stalls in the machine shed and I managed to keep it fun, I hope, for everyone...despite the heat. Dane and Jack can't wait for a second cutting. All of Madison's friends will be back, what a great bunch they are, so hard working. My mom may even come back to help out in the kitchen and pass out water again. Most importantly though, the hired haying man and his equipment agreed to return.
The best kind of hangover.