What's the big deal about a couple of miniature donkeys eating local produce? After all, Molly and Ambrose graze nearly all day. You can't get much more local than the grass under your own two, or in their case, four feet. But that grass isn't enough to satisfy them, and they do deserve the occasional treat that comes in the form of farm-fresh carrots (they love the carrot greens as much as the carrot itself), and apples (fruit from our own trees is coming in now), and hay.
Our few acres are mostly wooded, so we don't try to grow our own hay. Instead we buy ours from Nick's Organic Farm - that's right, it's local and organic. A couple of weeks ago, we arranged to pick up a load of hay from Nick. We have a trailor that would have easily handled the job, but it wasn't available. Instead, Keith managed to stuff the back of his pick-up truck with bales of hay, and stuffed the remainder onto the roof of his truck cap:
As you can see, he ended up opening up the tailgate and using that to stack up the last few of the 20 bales we managed to crowd in and on the truck. The best part was that, after we picked up the hay, Keith decided to run a couple of other errands while we were passing through town. He's been in the market for a better mileage vehicle, so one of our stops was at a local auto dealership to see if they had in stock one of the models he's been wanting to check out. Yep, we pulled into the dealership with our Clampett-mobile loaded with hay, and for the first time in my experience, not a single car sales dude would even try to make eye contact with us. No offers of help, nothing... well, nothing except for a few smirks at a couple of unwitting "hayseeds".
I thought it was hilarious.