The call from the hauler who is to take Angelina to Ohio came at noon Sunday, a day early. I called the vet and set out about 2 pm to get the bale of hay to accompany her on her journey.
He was not going to be there, but he set one on top of enough others that I could climb up on the rack and roll it into the bed of the truck. He gave me directions from his new house, but he gave them as though I would be coming from the SOUTH instead of the north (a natural enough mistake, as his former home was south of his new one.) One of the landmarks to get me to the right place was a corn crib. I saw the "second driveway", leading to the nice new house, and dutifully ran up it -- no corn crib. I took the one just south of it -- a corn crib. A flatbed with a HUGE square bale, a year old, positioned on the end of it... but NO WAY could I hope to budge a ONE TON bale off onto the truck, nor would it be suitable for putting in a three horse trailer.
That got me to thinking. My initial call had been fielded by his wife. I could not remember if I had told him what I needed beyond a square bale... I'd like to THINK I'd specified "small"... He had assured me it was a "smaller" bale, and this one was a bit smaller, probably from drying out thoroughly over the winter...
I was trying to think of who else might put up square bales as I retreated down that driveway in defeat. Spying two more corn cribs on the next gravel road north from his house (still on his farm), I decided to try it, although I would not call a gravel road a "driveway". When I got up there, sure enough, a "driveway" led in one gate, along the front of a huge shed, past two enormous corn cribs on the other side, and out another gate. Both gates were open.
Pulling in, there was one lone hay rack filled with small square bales with two of the middle ones pulled up onto one corner of the front of the rack. I backed under that corner, then had a terrible time climbing into the bed of the pickup to get into the hay wagon. It was easy to tip the bale into the truck once I had, but I had to shuck my shirt and pick the hay off it, as I'm allergic to several kinds and am NOT adept at spotting a small enough amount to cause me trouble when it gets next to my skin.
After gassing up the truck in Corydon and doing nearly $100 of grocery shopping, I headed home, pulling the truck in next to the deck to facilitate the unloading.
Even though I'd rolled the bale into the far back part of the 8' bed, Coqet had hooked into it and dragged it out the end by the time I got the meat, frozen goods and refrigerator items safely put away. When I'd pulled in, she'd been happily munching away on her own big bale situated at the end of the circle drive leading to the house. She's quick, LONG-necked, and like the grass being greener on the other side of the fence, the new bale far surpassed the allure of last week's fresh bale!