Hay there

Aug. 21st, 2012 08:59 pm
altivo: Running Clydesdale (running clyde)
Or rather here. A load finally arrived this morning. This should be enough to get through the winter but we'd like this much again. And I can't afford to buy this much again right now. At least, not at $8 per bale. The hay is good, but has a high percentage of alfalfa which throws my feeding calculations off and will force me to rework everything.

Meanwhile, the horses are now eating beet pulp as if they always had it with their food. In fact, the two boys eat theirs first, before touching the hay. Tess is a bit more tentative, but she's been eating real grass the last few days and I'm sure mashed beet fiber hardly measures up to that. Her feed tub was nonetheless empty this morning, with lick marks on the bottom. I expect the same tomorrow.

It's darned good that we got rid of those sheep when we did. Otherwise, things would be looking really bleak here.

The little barn is starting to look like a test kitchen or some kind of laboratory, with work bench, sink, measuring implements, and galvanized cans of ingredients. Each horse has a white plastic "lunch bucket" with a lid that can be used to soak beet pulp and then measure grain and supplements on top. Then we carry it to their stalls and dump it inot the permanent feeders there. All the equipment was already here, scattered about in two barns and the garage. The plastic "sink" is a laundry tub on legs that we had intended to use to replace the old concrete and cast iron double tubs at our old house in Chicago but never got around to doing it. It has been sitting in the arena here for 14 years, unassembled. It works nicely in the little barn, where we have an on-demand water heater and good lighting. We could prepare complex rations there even in winter, though using the house kitchen will be more convenient once it gets below freezing out. I'll probably move the grain and fiber bins into the garage then and make "lunch boxes" up at the kitchen counter each morning.

Tomorrow, the farrier...
altivo: Horsie cupcakes (cupcake)
Still waiting. Our regular provider of the last couple of seasons still says he will have hay for us, but not yet. As of this morning we had three bales left.

A supplier from Wisconsin, with whom we had some hard words three years ago, did promise at least 120 and perhaps 150 new bales this morning. He called at 10 am saying he had "equipment problems" and wants to reschedule. (The market price here this year is $8 per bale, more than double the price at this time last year.)

Fortunately, we took some action on Sunday anyway. Went to our local feed store and got 40 lbs. of sugar beet pulp (dried shreds) and 40 lbs. of alfalfa cubes. Worked out all the necessary proportions and math to substitute the beet pulp for part of the horses' essential roughage, which reduces our hay requirements by a third. Given that Tess can be on grass as long as the weather is good, the reduction is more than a third.

We can stretch those three bales for nearly a week. We can survive longer than that if we put the boys out on grass, but that has various logistic problems not the least of which is that they haven't been on grass this year and would need a very gradual introduction to it.

The alfalfa cubes can substitute for some hay, but they have a higher calorie content and really shouldn't be substituted one for one. I don't want to reduce the amount of roughage any further lest we have colic issues.

Beet pulp is funny stuff. It's the leftovers from pressing sugar beets to extract and refine the sugar content. That process is very efficient, so there isn't a lot of simple sugar left in the pulp. There are, however, some starches and minerals and a portion of the cellulose is digestible for horses as well. By weight, dry beet pulp is about one third as nutritious as dry oats, which is pretty good. Almost too good when compared to grass hay. So we soak the pulp in water to expand the bulk. A pound of dry pulp, which is pretty woody in texture, becomes seven pounds when soaked in three pints of warm water for 30 minutes or so. This can be substituted for three pounds of hay. Our horses are used to getting their hay moistened, so that's not a big change for them.

I tried a bit of the dry pulp myself. It reminds me of various 100% bran breakfast cereals. Faintly sweet, very chewy, with a bran-like texture. I've never fed it to horses before, and my nutrition books say some will refuse it at first. At least we didn't have that problem.

I offered a handful of moistened pulp to each of the boys. They nibbled at it, and apparently were quite surprised by the texture (which is like partly cooked oatmeal) and both of them reared up and bolted away from me. Then they came back sheepishly and asked for the rest, which they did chew and swallow. Tess was more sanguine about it, and may have had it to eat before. She sniffed it, tried a bite, made funny faces at me, and ate the rest. Then she licked my hand to get any leftovers. All three of them did completely eat last night's portion, and licked out their feed tubs. I guess even faintly sweet is still irresistible.

This morning I put Tess out on the grass, which can replace both hay and the beets for the morning. Made a portion of beets for the boys, who gave me a "What, again?" look when I dumped it into their feed bins, but resigned themselves to eating it once I added the small amount of grain they normally get. Then they went into the yard with their reduced quantity of hay.

With any luck, the hay guy will get his wagon (or whatever) fixed and still bring the load today. Tomorrow would be OK except that Gary has plans to be in Chicago and would have to change them.
altivo: My mare Contessa (nosy tess)
First knock down the round pen. Take Tess out to the pasture since her pen is broken down. Then go to grocery store early to avoid mess in town due to street festival. Come home, unpack groceries, watch load of hay pull into the lane. Once wagon is parked in the arena, reassemble the pen, and go get Tess off the grass and into the shade. Watch her drink half a bucket of water.

Interrupt hay stacking to go to the apple orchard. Damn, our favorite one is already closed for the season. Go to second choice place. They are still picking and have some pre-picked in the cooler. Decide to pick, and get a peck of Winesap (old fashioned cider variety, good for cooking, long keeping) but do so by picking through the windfalls. Actually many of those have fallen from the tree as people picked the apple next to them, but they didn't bother to pick up the one they dropped. Also got another peck of mixed Red Delicious (OK if fresh from tree, mealy if kept too long) and Blushing Golden. Picked a half peck of Jonagored from the cooler. Trees were nearly bare, I'm betting that place will be closed in a day or two.

Now unload and stack 140 bales of hay. Roll empty hay wagon out of arena and into pickup location. Easier than last time, for whatever reason. Clean loose hay off wagon bed. Go back in and have late lunch. One more load of hay like this one, probably tomorrow, and we're done with that for the year.

Change part of the water on the flax soaking in the dogs' kiddie pool. Note that it seems to be almost ready to dry. Maybe tomorrow. Actually succeed in pulling a fiber from one stem and twisting and plying it while wet. Very fine stuff if we can really get much of this from it.

Start to go out to clean stalls (my day for that) but Gary offers to do that if I'll bake apple muffins. I have a new recipe for those from @Dodge_horse on Twitter. I agree, and stay in to bake. Also make black bean dip, and marinate two small steaks. Run out to help feed critters and bed them all down. Then back in to make salad and shower while Gary starts charcoal. By now it is dark.

Let Gary shower while I make baked potatoes and the last two ears of sweet corn. Quite possibly the last barbecue of the year. Turns out pretty decent, even the cheap steaks. Feed dog and cat, clean up, put in some laundry so I have clothes for work tomorrow.

Shortly we will try the muffins that have been cooling on a high shelf to avoid dog pilferage, and then go to bed. Very full day it was.
altivo: (rocking horse)
You with that hook in your hand,
Love never made a fool of you.
You used to be too grand.

Won't you take this advice I hand you, like a mother?
Or are you not seeing things too clear
Are you just too far gone to hear
Is it all going in one ear
And out the other?

Hay there! You with the stars in your eyes,
Horses have made a fool of you
Who used to be too wise.

You can still buy loads of hay just like a brother
But they will only become too dear
And the ponies will drink your beer
Then they will kick you out on your rear
Just ask your mother.


It's hay time again. First load today. The first load is easy to stack because it goes at floor level. Except for one thing. We still had about 100 bales left, and didn't want to bury those so they would be two years old before using them. So we had to move the old 100 bales, some to a spare stall and the rest to the boys' barn. Only then could we unload 142 more new bales and stack them.

Pluses? Same price as last year, which was very reasonable compared with the year before. We like this supplier. Only two bad bales in the load, very wet somehow. The rest is all fine, and nicely dried.

Minuses? We're both going to be sore tomorrow. ;p

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