Hay Day

My favorite hay joke:

Why did the farmer stop feeding his horses round bales?

Because they weren’t getting a square meal!

Yup, folks, this makes me guffaw every time.  Love me or hate me, I’m a sucker for puns and bad jokes. Also, I’m a terrible joke teller.

Haying is done for a while.  I lost count but it’s safe to say there’s near a 1,000 bales in the loft of first cut.  Yay.  Finished in time for some record heat coming our way.

And now for the Good Neighbor Awards:

#1:  The phone rings.  You pick it up and it’s your neighbor, Paul.  Your first thought is “Oh no, the pony is loose(or the sheep, or the goats, or the horses…!)”  Paul says, “Tammy, Shelley & I were riding past your fields and wanted to know if you need some help bringing in the hay before the rain!”  You jump for joy because you’re in a situation of short-handedness, compose yourself and reply, “Gee, thanks, Paul!  Are you sure?!”

Paul also happens to be Wing and a Prayer Farm’s biggest turkey fan….I think this year he’s eligible for a discount.

#2:  Paul inspires you to ring up young Tristan, because if he’s kicking around on this steamy afternoon, he might like to help.  Tristan is at camp(lucky for him?) and the next thing you know, his tenacious mama calls you back to volunteer.  Let’s hear it for Kerry who doesn’t pass up a good time when she sees one!  She’s got a years’ worth of eggs coming her way…

A demanding task made fun by good people.  I tell you, it really is a wonderful world.

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10 responses to “Hay Day

  1. It was fun! I was too bashful to sing my haying song. Hard to believe, I know.

    • Now I am oh-so curious to hear it! One day, perhaps, we’ll have a barn-ceilidh in which you can share it with us. Thank you again, my multi-talented friend!

  2. I love looking at photos of other people haying! What’s curious however is that no one looks like they’re sweating! What’s up with that … wasn’t it hot … it’s ALWAYS hot when the wagons need to be unloaded! You’re lucky to have such a willing group of helpers – many hands make light work. Glad to know that you’ve got a good supply in the barn – time to breath that big sigh of relief. D PS: Almost forgot … thanks for listing Pairodox under the related reading.

    • Yes, no one sweats around here. We’re just tidy that way.


      Hoo-boy, were we red faced and disgusting at the end of it all. Just disgusting. I think my grainy cell-phone pics mute any particles of sweat.

      And you are welcome, no problem. Your posts actually inspired me to write a little something myself. I couldn’t compete with your thorough coverage so I thought I’d better send people your way if they want to know what goes down in the world of haying!

  3. It is people like Paul, Shelly and Kerry, and not to forget you and your family too Tammy, that give us just that much more hope that there are more good people than bad in the world around us! Thumbs up to you all from Julie and the kids here at my daycare. Changing the world with neighbors/friends helping each other just because it is a nice thing to do!

    • Thanks, Julie! It’s so cool we could share with you and your kids, too, and back atcha on the thumbs up. LOVE your energy with those kiddoes! As mom always said, “Smile! It’s catchy!” Gotta love the happy faces that hayed yesterday.

  4. Your post makes me feel quite tender, remembering our lives when we lived in rural Oklahoma, and used much hay, neighbors who put up hay, seeing the hay in the fields, and praying it not rain. 🙂 Still love the scent of hay!

    • Thanks for the drop-by, Curtiss Ann. Oh gosh, I’m having to restrain from breaking into “Oklahoma!” now -one of my all time favorite musicals! What great memories for you! I believe that the sense of smell is what evokes the most nostalgia and just reading your words makes me go right back to your childhood with you! We beat the rain, yay, but there’ve been years when we don’t.
      An extra special Summer Solstice to you and yours!

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