Hey there ...

That was a pun. A slightly sour one. I ran out of hay at the weekend. Fortunately for me the lovely chap at the local Feed Place had set aside some haylage for me in tightly-sealed plastic wrapping and so I've got enough of that to keep Hoss going until Mr Hay Man can deliver.  But the hay is there (probably up country, where they didn't have such a dreadful haymaking year as we had in 2010) and Hoss is here and it seems ne'er the twain shall meet.