After more than average rainfall for the year, August has been completely dry. Strangely, the temperature has been in the low 90°s, even down to a high of 89° compared to the high 90°s of July--but no rain. It's dry, dry, dry!
So I turned on the hose and let the pigs play in the spray.
This weather is not good for much except making hay, so we decided to start laying in our winter's supply. The guy we bought from last year was all out because many farmers are already having to feed hay with the grass drying up. So Herb found Scott Teems just a couple miles from us and arranged to buy 12 round bales. That meant four trips, three bales each time. We went over to get the first three, and Scott told us that he had to deliver a load of hay near us and would bring the rest of our bales after dinner.
We were pretty happy, too, to have our nine other bales of hay roll in without having to make any more trips. They are the light green ones on top, fresh out of the field and ready to put in the barn.