Or, Hungry Horses Hanker for Hay. Yesterday was the day for a hay-run, to our favorite farmer out in Ward who grows The Good Stuff that our horses prefer. So we set off at the appointed time, and our farmer friend loaded us up with four giant round-bales of barely-cured, fresh-cut hay and sent us home, lighter in the wallet but much heavier in the flatbed.That's a lot of hay, folks--we figure at least a ton right there.Our pushy horses and ponies didn't even wait for us to start unloading before they began sampling, though. Honestly--with manners like that, you'd think they were raised in a barn. HAHAHAHAAAA!!!! A barn! Get it? Whew, I kill myself with the humor.Once we got home, we unbuckled our ranch operations foreperson from her carseat in the back seat, and began the not-simple process of offloading our precious cargo, under her direction (which consisted mostly of hanging out the window yelling, "What're you DOOOOOOING?").That first bale is always the trickiest to unload, being on there sideways and all, but Alex has these big ol' supersize Arkansas jackrabbit legs, so he just climbed up onto the middle bale and more or less kicked the first one off the trailer. That's my man.With those three bales strategically placed, and horses and ponies happily munching away, we dropped the trailer and headed for the smaller paddock, where Kate and baby Music live, with the last-remaining bale in the bed of the pickup. What we didn't realize is that, with a quarter-ton of hay pressing against the truck's tailgate, said tailgate was not gonna open, no way, no how. My first brilliant, yet unsuccessful, idea was to point the truck downhill so that gravity would be pulling the weight of the bale away from the tailgate, the better to open it, and when that didn't work, I was stumped. It was about this time that Bella had to pee RIGHT NOW, so we headed downhill to the house, and by the time we got back, hero husband had strapped the monster bale to a tree and driven the truck out from under it--no mean trick, since it had to get up over the tailgate to get free!Kate and Music were spooked enough by the ruckus that they were hiding waaaaay down at the bottom of the hill, looking all blurry and out-of-focus, but they were tucked into that hay by the time we got the newly-empty truck parked.
OH--and initial test-firings of the Ridiculously Large Potato Cannon were successful. It was dusk by the time Alex fired it for the first time, so we couldn't really see how far the spuds went, but since one of them HIT THE SIDE OF THE WORKSHOP with an extremely audible "thud," we know it's capable of a trajectory of several hundred feet. He is SO lucky it didn't go through a window. So. Lucky. Personally, the best thing I saw it do in the gathering twilight was, when fired up into the night sky, to horribly confuse the multitude of resident bats who were out hunting. Something with the mass of a potato, travelling through the air at that kind of speed, has GOT to mess with your bat-sonar. JenB said something to me in conversation about her husband being "clearly insane," and I just asked her, "Is he outside in a state of partial undress, shooting potatoes at bats with a 6-foot homemade cannon? No? All right, then, I win." He won't let me post a real picture of the thing until tomorrow, so in the meantime, here's a sneak-peek at it being constucted on my dog-grooming table:I will readily admit that it does make a really cool "FWUMP!" sound when it launches a spud.
Oh, and Alex rented movies for us on the way home tonight. I'm not extremely excited, as they are "Ultraviolet," and something I understood, in Alexspeak, to be "The Three Barrels Of Some Guy." That last one actually looks to have some promise, and I love Tommy Lee Jones. I'll let you know.