America is so weird
Our goats need a steady supply of hay which we're not yet set up to raise ourselves, so we have to buy it. Our neighbor two doors down raises hay. This might seem like the perfect solution for us - local hay, local economy, all that good stuff. But there's a hitch. Our neighbor has a monster machine to harvest and bail it for him. Those round bales are more than six feet in diameter, so huge that they are useless to the small farmer.

So we drive 25 miles to a Mennonite farmer who still makes human-sized square bales.