tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307787824807151171.post4829109314903898448..comments2011-04-12T13:05:11.516-05:00Comments on Saga Chronicles: Feeding the boys, part IIjenjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01737679332792618499noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307787824807151171.post-43007604275841597312010-11-03T14:33:17.927-05:002010-11-03T14:33:17.927-05:00Funder, I could probably unload a round bale by my...Funder, I could probably unload a round bale by myself if I didn't have to park the truck slightly downhill from the drop point. Gravity working against me and all.<br /><br />I have contemplated peeling hay off a round bale and going at it that way. Perhaps when we have our place more settled and have an actual barn where I could store a round bale I'll try it. For now, the squares are working pretty well for us.jenjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01737679332792618499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307787824807151171.post-54585518130860867102010-11-02T22:38:20.520-05:002010-11-02T22:38:20.520-05:00Oh my god, you're gonna give me a heart attack...Oh my god, you're gonna give me a heart attack. I used to pay $50 for astonishingly high quality round bermuda bales. The next spring, my farmer apologized a whole lot and said diesel had gone up so much he was going to have to raise the price to $60. <br /><br />Believe it or not, I could unload my own round bales if no one was around to help. It was a horrible bitch to do, but I could do it. I had a sturdy 2x4 I used for a lever. <br /><br />I never fed the rounds in the field - the paddock where my horses stayed didn't have a gate big enough to drive through. The hay lived on a pallet beside the barn and I'd unroll it and feed it like squares out of a wheelbarrow.Funderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06358687366401205336noreply@blogger.com