Saturday, March 24, 2012

Waylon, hay bales and fiddle heads

Today was a beautiful day!
Blue skies, nice breeze, and comfortable temperature.
I spent most of the day by myself.
That was a good thing.
I did make a short trip to recycle and pick up a birthday cake for my dad.
 Italian Cream Cake from Ambrosia, I'll post pictures tomorrow.
I made the Pioneer Woman's White Chicken Enchilada's and Restaurant Style Salsa.
I also stopped in down at the hay barn to meet my husband and son, who were hauling hay.
I got to see Waylon. He's a sweet boy. His daddy is Trigger. But he looks more like his momma Oakley.
These are the hay bales they were hauling.
We found a good deal on fertilized hay from last year that had been kept in the barn.
We decided to buy them because we had a really difficult time growing and buying hay last year.
Our area has been in a drought situation for a couple of years now.
Though not as severe as Texas and Oklahoma has suffered.
I needed a "hay smuggler" last year.
Do you know, that I actually spoke with someone that knew a "hay smuggler" from New Jersey.
So, I can't imagine how you smuggle hay. I guess I don't have a criminal mind!
On to the sweet little fiddle heads!
Aren't these sweet? The Bear thinks I'm crazy!
Maybe I am, but when I cleaned out around this fern in the ground and saw the new little babies coming up, I just had to get a picture!

And this is why they're called fiddle heads.
Off to bed I go, it's been a long day!


  1. WOW, those are some big hay bales!!


    1. Yes, they are pretty big, thank goodness for tractors!!!

  2. Well here is one Jersey girl that doesn't know what a "hay smuggler" is. So what is it? And can you get arrested for doing it?

    1. It was a new one on me too! The price of hay sky rocketed last year due to the drought, so I guess there really was a market for stolen hay! It went from $30 a bale, round bales, to over $100. The state of Texas had no hay, so they had to come to surrounding states to buy it, so I guess it was a lucrative market last year for people with har. That always attracts theives, I guess.