And There Will Come Soft Rains
In case you recognize the subheading, I'm borrowing the title of a Ray Bradbury short story. It fits. We had soft rains today. Hay day.
The Hay Man and I had a plan. He offered to clean out my hay storage area to get rid of the loose hay so we could better store the next shipment. I was down to two bales, enough to last, perhaps until Wednesday. However, the rains were a factor as he could not deliver hay in the rain, nor did either one of us want to clean the hay shed (carport) and put out the loose hay for the horses in the rain. No biggie, except that the forecast is calling for rain through Wednesday which was going to put the Boys and me in a hay shortage before we could get the work done.
Hay Man and I agreed that I would go run my errands to the feed store--had to pick up a new bag of Strongid 2CX daily wormer. Then, if the rain had eased off by the time I was back home, we'd get at least some of the job done. No go. (I got a really good deal on the wormer, though with both a low Internet price honored at the store and a $!5 off coupon--50 pound bag of wormer is just a bit over $150)
I called Hay Man and before I could offer my solution, he suggested I drive over and put a few bales in my car to hold us until Thursday when the weather was promising to clear. That was exactly the same idea I had! Great minds think alike. I drove over--just 30 seconds down the road and across, and picked up 6 bales of hay. So we are all set.
The Boys were in an out all day, depending on just how hard the rain was coming down. I do love to see them using the run in sheds as it always makes me feel I've done right by them. Except for the fact that the two big Boys tend to hog the shelter and leave Chance standing outside if they are all in the same area, it works out well. There is plenty of room for three horses under all the roofs, but for some reason, they just don't see it that way.
Send best wishes to Claire for a speedy recovery after a horse accident that left her with a broken wrist. It's so hard when a blogging friend from miles away--in this case, Britain--gets hurt or has something sad happen and all I can do is offer words. But perhaps love and encouragement can pass themselves along. If so, I am sending tons her way.