We have HAY!

The hay guy, Lynn, who from this point on will be called Hay Guy came bright and early on Saturday morning with a truckload of hay he drove down from Idaho! I thought he was driving it up from Centerville, but no...2 1/2 hours from Idaho just to bring it here. WOW! He delivered it directly to our barn and unloaded & stacked it for $5/bale. That's a pretty dang good deal. We're gonna get another 100 bales sometime in September when he bales his last hay harvest. The hay we bought is a red clover/alfalfa mix, so it takes a little longer for it to cure and dry from what he told us. Honey and the sheep will be in hay heaven! As it was, we had to shoo all 4 of them away from his trailer - they started eating it while it was still loaded on his truck! He told us he actually had a cow bloat and nearly die from eating too much of this hay, so we have to watch the cow. We have her stall locked from the inside now so she can't get to the hay. It works out pretty well - the inside of the barn is actually clean now! No more poo from nosy cows and chickens and sheep. Now it's house shoe worthy...well, almost.

My 2 year old was very, very interested in what Hay Guy was doing in her barn so she came out to watch. Mommy and her stayed out there to help and watch the guy...well, mostly to open up the gate for him when he needed to drive home!

Troughs, barn boots & hay, oh my!

On my list of things we desperately needed, like, yesterday:

Barn boots - for all of us. Poop on the shoes is never a good look for anyone, man or beast.
A water big mother of a water trough - our Honey gets thirsty!
A cow halter - an animal that's gonna get to be 1500+ lbs needs it and the training that goes with it. Seriously.
A salt lick. Self explanatory.
About 100 lbs of C.O.B. - for the uninitiated that stands for Corn, Oats & Barley mix. It's like sheep/cow crack.
A measured scoop and bin for said 100 lbs of C.O.B. Did I mention it's like sheep/cow crack? They try to get into it like it's crack too.
And 5 tons of hay in my barn, delivered, stacked and fitted in there like neat little tetris pieces.

Yep, that's it. 

I never thought I'd seriously be needing barn boots. Welcome to country life!