A visit to the feedstore is a given part of my weekly town
run. We can only store so much feed at a
time, so we buy feed in bags (not in bulk) on a regular basis and I haul it
back home rather than have the store make a delivery.
I love the camaraderie of the feedstore. The whole staff takes time to talk and they
make sure my load is tucked in the back of the truck "real good"…they even put my
tarp on for me if it looks like rain. Mrjim always call me “hey girl” and tells
me stories about farming here in the old days. He’s lived in the area and knows
almost all the neighbors. He’s got a ton
of stories and so far I haven’t heard the same one twice.
RW and "Jamaica" are
the warehouse guys…they generally get my feed order together and toss it in the
truck, while entertaining me with stories on a wide variety of topics. "Jamaica" is from the islands and while he
really doesn’t quite fit the image of the Valley feedstore-dude, he is always quite
jolly and helpful. He will greet me
with, “hey…lady, how you dooooing?” with this huge smile from across the
parking lot. The boss-lady generally has
some gossip or a story or two of her own.
The owner likes to talk about all sorts of educational types of things,
so I learn something whenever I talk to him. A simple trip for feed often
becomes a visit that lasts at least a half hour.
We’ve been going to the same feedstore for quite some time,
and we really like how they treat us. The animals are thriving and the prices are good. We’ve
had them do custom mixes for us…and they remember our needs and attempt to keep
everything we need in stock.
I didn’t realize that they were really paying attention to ME until the other day.
It’s that time of year when we start buying creep pellets
for the lambs. Creep pellets are essentially
“baby food”. It is a pelletized grain
with an added vitamin pack. Don’t worry,
there’s nothing else in there! But, the
high protein level, along with the vitamins, provide the nutrition for the
lambs to grow, grow, grow prior to going out on grass in early April. To this end, my feed order included a few
sacks just to get the lambs used to the creep feeder.
As "Jamaica" clambered around the warehouse assembling my
order, he couldn’t reach the creep pellets without the aid of the skid
loader. “hey…RW! Help me. I need creep pellets!”
“what? CREEP pellets?
are you SURE?”
RW and I had exchanged greetings as I pulled up to the
loading area, and I saw him peer around the warehouse door to identify the truck. I waved at him again.
"Jamaica" assured him that I had requested them. I assured him I had requested them.
It was then it occurred to me that these folks know me…appreciate
me…and are looking out for me.
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