...a full hay room.
399 bales (1 bale didn't pass muster) plus around 25 bales left over
from last year. So much hay that some of it had to be moved into Flea's
stall, which has been closed off and is now my hay bag filling
station. Things are pretty darned tight in my little barn, but I'm
prepared for another year, and that feels good.
I also had 5 yards of topsoil delivered, which I spread out in front of the barn.
The next day I spread a little well aged manure over the top, laid down some grass seed, and covered that with the sweepings off the hay truck. Let nothing go to waste!
Of course, going to waste is a subjective term; Fargo firmly believes
spreading good hay where he can't reach it is a colossal waste.
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