I've always (well, okay, not always, but for many years, probably more than fifteen) wanted a hay elevator on wheels. They just seem so much easier for a woman to use than one that you have to drag around and lift into place, bearing all it's weight--like the one we used to have that came to us very old, very used, and very banged up when we started cutting our hayfield in 2006.
That one was just barely long enough to reach from the ground to the bottom edge of the hayloft door opening. It had an electric motor, and needed two long extension cords (because 100' was not long enough) to reach from the nearest outlet (in the garage) to the front of the barn where the base of the elevator sat while in use. It was really heavy, and when not in use it was stored in the hayloft; which required both DH and I to get it up into (him lifting with the tractor bucket, and me trying to cantilever it over the edge of the doorway then pull it into the loft--oh how I hated that). It also was a pain to get any hay out of the loft with it stored in there, as it took up most of the length and width of the narrow aisle between rows of hay.
I was kind of glad when that one died bad enough that DH declared it not worth fixing. And I hoped and prayed, and looked for a good deal on a hay elevator on wheels.
Several years went by without an elevator, which meant DH stood on the hay wagon and tossed as many hay bales into the loft as he could, and the rest just had to be stored (on pallets) on the ground floor. Late ,last summer, he got into the habit of looking at online consignment auctions within about an hour of this little place here. And one day he surprised me with the announcement that he had been the high bidder on a hay elevator. For $250, we were now the proud owners of an ancient New Idea hay elevator on wheels!!
It was located only about 10 miles away, so DH was able to tow it home, slowly, on the backroads. The day it arrived at this little place here was one of the best days ever! I had a hay elevator on wheels! My days of lugging/dragging/praying it wasn't going to pull me out of the loft a regular hay elevator were over! I was sooooooooooooooooo glad he'd bid on this (it had been a few years since the other one croaked, and in that time he'd tried to talk me into several used elevators of the undesirable kind we'd had before).
Putting up hay this summer was so much easier with this wonderful hunk of metal. What a difference in time, and body wear, tossing bales onto the elevator and letting it carry them to the loft and dump them inside makes. I think DH and I did first cutting hay in about half the time it normally takes us.
For second cutting, DH had to be out of town, so I called in DS1 and DS2 for help. That way I didn't have to throw a few bales on the elevator, then run up to the loft to stack them, then run down and throw and few more on, repeat ad nauseum. K3 and Rascal came to 'help' too (Toad was at a friend's house that day). Rascal ended up corralled in the bed of the pickup so that we didn't have to worry about him a) wandering off, b) getting too close to the PTO shaft while in operation, c) falling out of the loft, and d) in the house alone getting into things a four year old shouldn't. K3 helped in the loft for a while, dragging bales to her dad so he could stack them; and when she was tired of that she went down to help DS2 unload the wagon .
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