It was like pulling teeth (or something) painful anyway.
Rang the local contractor in November about making hay. Yes no probs, we were on the list.
Spent November and December weeding the hay paddocks - no ragwort and hardly any dock was to survive. And it rained enough to make it grow.
In the golden weather of January we watched him make large rounds at the neighbours. We'll be next - he promised.
In mid January I rang him and got his mother - "might be an idea to get someone else" she said. I did control my temper but it was difficult.
So five phone calls later the man decided life would be simpler all round if he just came and cut our hay. So he did, finally last week.
Last time half the area we did was cut they got 132 bales. We had twice that much shut up. We got 183 bales. Which was a bit annoying until we went to pick them up. Talk about heavy! I am sure we could have got a heap more bales if he had baled them looser - that's all good though as we paid by the bale.
So no one will starve this winter.
It has rained ever since we got the stuff stacked in the shed. You have to get lucky sometimes.