While I was not able to find creme de la creme second cut, I found a pretty bangin' first cut today, and wouldn't you know, it was right down the street from my house. I bought it from a cow farmer and when we first spoke about hay, I asked him for some details on the hay he was selling. He is apparently a man of few words so it took a bit of prodding to get all the information I needed from him, but I had to laugh when he asked what kind of horse I had.
"She's a Thoroughbred, and she's fairly picky."
"Well that's your fault if your horse is picky!"
Alright, fair enough...
Anyway, he turned out to be a pretty cool guy and I bought two test bales from him late last week, and then another 20 bales today, which was as much as I felt comfortable stacking in the truck when I had no rope to tie everything down with. The drive to the barn was very short and I drove like a human sloth (sooooo slow and soooooo careful), but the good news is that no bales were lost in transit!
|Kenny's truck doing truck-like things. One of the guys who work in the same|
building as I do said "Nice truck" to me today. Did I say, "Thanks, it's my
husband's"? HELL NO!
It is so nice and soft that it could totally pass for second cut. I hope the horse is fooled and that she eats every last morsel. There is not much I hate more than throwing hay away because Miss Princess doesn't find it good enough for her!
|A broken bale: the ultimate hay party foul.|
|I was so proud of myself for hoisting that last|
level of hay up onto the stack. It was about 2' taller
than me! Yay muscles.