Every year, about this time, the sun comes out and the farmers begin to cut hay. Since Michigan is under snow for a good 4 months, we buy alfalfa grass in large bales to feed the herd through the winter.
We call up Mr. Hall down the road and say, “Hi! We’re ready for hay!” And about 2 hours later, he shows up with a load of 18 bales of hay on a big semi-trailer.
Curt, in a bobcat he borrowed from work and wants to keep but I will not let him because our child needs speech therapy before we need another machine, carefully centers the forks on the bale,
scoops it up,
and makes pretty lines of hay with it. We need 40 bales for our little herd to chomp in the cold season.
Rylie’s job is to stand on the porch and re-enact the entire process about 42 times. She’s very good at sound effects. Actually, she rides in the bobcat a lot with Curt when he’s working/playing, but these bales are huge (5 feet round- or ‘fives’ as Mr. Hall says) and we didn’t want to take any chances.
The herd acts like it’s not excited, but they are. They really are.
There have been 4 people in the last 2 weeks that have asked how long we’ve been farming. The answer, as of today, is 2 years. We’re just babies… and neither Curt nor I have any first-hand experience with this type of thing. They’re always surprised and follow up with, “Well, but how do you know what to do? I mean… well, how?” The answer is simply we learn as we go. We ask a million questions. We humble ourselves and take advice from the farmers around us. We make good friends. We help when we can and we smile a lot. This community is always happy to help and teach.
You have to start somewhere. We just picked something we had to start at the verrry beginning with. We’ve made a few mistakes, certainly, but we’ve never been disappointed in our decision to start a small hobby farm.
If you could do anything… learn about anything… what would it be? And, more importantly, what’s holding you back?