This is the best time of year to walk into the barn - it's filled with all the hay we will need for the coming winter. Well, almost all - I may get a little more of that lovely second cutting. The three horses all watch as we stack bale after bale - which by the way is hard, sweaty, itchy work and it has to be done during the hottest days of the year. This is the definition of Not Fun! My old horse Fritz nickers softly the whole time I'm stacking hay, hoping he'll get a taste of the lovely green stuff. As if I could resist that cute face.