Seafood hay

We spend a couple of hours getting ready for the new hay (we had to get the moldy hay out of the way - what a workout!) We love our horses, we love our horses...........repeat after each bale.............

So the hay guy shows up with his dad and 240 bales on his Volvo. Yes - this is the way to go - no more driving 30 miles each way to the hay guy, loading it up on several trucks/trailers, driving back, unloading etc. Sweet.....

So what could go wrong??

We pop open a bale and what do we find? It STINKS!!! Like rotton seafood. Yuck. We pop open another bale - the same thing. OMG!! 240 bales of more bad hay. So we tell the hay guy - no thanks. He is pissed. We are pissed. And nearly out of hay. We had a really wet spring around here, so the hay situation was hit or miss.

But, the hay guy says, I have some nice timothy hay.........................