A Tale of 2 Bales, or why I love my husband
Yesterday I asked DH to bring me a round bale of Brome to the house from our dairy for the TB and the QH/TB pony. I feed free choice, for a variety of reasons. DH called up for me to go open the gates so he could drop the bale. Thank God he called me down. It seems as though the Sunday feed truck driver on our dairy fed my last two bales of Brome to the dry cows by accident, so DH threw a 4x4x8 of 180 test dairy quality straight alfalfa on for me.
He just assumed I could cut out their concentrated feed while they ate the alfalfa. I love him dearly. Any emergency ration changes for our cows have to be computed by our nutritionist, but we can just sub alfalfa for grass to the horses no problem.
DH is now on his way back to get me a bale of CRP "crap" hay that isn't as good as the Brome, but won't do quite the damage 1400lbs of free choice alfalfa would :)
He also accidentally left the freezer door in the vet room open yesterday, where I was storing some meat that wouldn't fit at the house, so I have 33lbs of hamburger meat cooking in my roaster and ribs and brisket in the oven and a roast in the crock pot. I really do love him :)