Stupid things I do

I freaked out a few weeks ago when we bought the house. There were 15 bales of hay, two horses, and two feet of snow on the ground. Winter was never going to end. Snow was our lives.

I bought more hay. A lot more hay. 100 bales to be exact. Grass hay.

The horses hate it.

They pick at it, look at me like I’m evil and then walk away.

I have 97 more bales left.

It looked okay to me! Not great, not terrible. No one else had any.


What the heck do I do now?!?

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