My My, Hay Hay

Applejack and Big MacIntosh rolled up to my door with 15 bales of choice third cut hay, right on schedule. I lifted the bales, one at a time, to the room that serves as a pantry for my second and third cut hay. Right into the balcony door and about where I wanted them stacked. Now I'm all set for the winter. I have 1st cut hay to keep me warm in the cold winter weather, and I have 2nd and 3rd cut hay for quick energy and fancier dishes. It's just as well that the yaks prefer the 2nd and 3rd cut hays, it's the 1st cut hay that keeps a pony on an even keel during those lazy winter months.

With the new addition of fresh hay, it smells just heavenly in there! I have to fight the urge to loiter in the pantry and eat the fresh hay straight off the bale. Why is it that? It's the same hay that's in the bowl on the table! Fortunately for me, Spike thinks hay is just OK. Otherwise I'd expect to find Spike-sized tunnels eaten into our hay hoard.