A while back my husband mentioned it would be nice to have a little more hay ground, not that we need more hay at the moment. I’m guessing he is thinking long term. It would be nice, but I didn’t think too much more about it. Maybe a week later, he was browsing online and stumbled upon a new listing. 30 acres just across the road from us. If we wanted to expand this would be a great plot to get because it is so close, but I wasn’t sure we really wanted to make the move now. He made the argument that we have no idea if or when this piece would come back up for sale.
Of course, we called up the family realtor and went to take a look. There is not as much hay field as I had expected but there were a fair amount of well-traveled deer paths. Mike was sold on it, I think before we even went to see it.
Over the years I had managed to squirrel away some cash that was divided into envelopes, labeled for the intended use. They are empty now and most of the savings account too. But we have land, and the payment to match. Not quite how I would like to go about things but for now it is what it is.
For now we’ll sell the extra hay. In time, we plan to fence our current hay field then add to the herd; a few more cows and a couple horses. One of my “bucket list” tasks is to break a wild mustang from a program such as the Mustang Heritage Foundation or something similar. In order to do that I will need a little more space than we have set up right now.
I don’t know what the field across the road looks like just yet. I will check on tomorrow. I got a good look at the one out front when I was trimming for the electric fence. Which, for those who are keeping track, is still not done… The alfalfa is waist high, thick, and ready to be cut. The hard part is to know when to cut. The weather is less than dependable and once the hay is down, we need a stretch of nice weather for it to dry. Then to get it baled and in the barn before the next rain. It wouldn’t surprise me if the old tradition continued this year; baling hay on the 4th of July. It’s not one that I had growing up, that was before my time, but it appears to be making a comeback on the farm.
Spring here, brings a lot of rain. I seemed to have forgotten just how much rain falls in a Minnesota spring. We need it and I love to hear the rain on the old tin roof of the barn, but once the hay is ready to be cut it can stop for a bit. Before the spring rain stops I need to restack the hay we have left from last year. That should get used up before we start feeding this year’s cutting.
It’s time to stock up on Kleenex and Claritin and hit the hay!