I used to have hay guys that delivered and loaded the loft. When I got small loads or 50 bales or less to fill in between larger loads, I walked the bales up the loft stairs one by one. My hay guys went out of busines.
Now that I'm pregnant, I cannot load 50 bales into the loft by walking up the stairs. Mr. Java's Mom does not want to walk 50 bales up the stairs either, but it's not because he does not want to go in to labor. It's because walking bales of hay into the loft is not nearly as much fun as using a hay elevator!
So, we did some thinking, planning and finally got this. Our new baby.
Hello beautiful hay elevator:
This little beauty ran like a charm. We tried to find a used one (for over a year), and finally bit the bullet and got a newborn hay elevator.
We went and go two loads of this:
We got a load of first and second cut. Java likes both, but of course she does, she's my girl! She is counting the days until she can spend all day out on the grass, and until then, picking through first cut is OK, as long as the neighbors are doing something entertaining. She's hoping for some landscaping or home improvement projects to start with the neighbors. But so far it's just been UPS deliveries. Boring.