It is time for The Hay.
So I was going to write a new ode to Hay.
But since the Hay is like Forever, I decided to just link to last year's Ode to Hay.
I used the extra time to start writing a song about The Hay. Here's the first verse:
You're in my blood like holy hay
Tastes so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could eat a bale of hay
And still
I would still be
on my feet
Luckily "feet" rhymes with "wheat," so I think I know where I will be going with the next verse, but right now I better take a nap. I get pretty tired watching sweaty red-faced people carry hay into the barn.
Diary of a Dairy Goat. This blog is the diary of one goat, Baby Belle, a Nigerian Dwarf who lives on a small dairy farm in Western Washington.