Oh ouch! That makes me cringe. Dragon did that to the inside of my ring finger last summer when he gave a monstrous spook and buck/bolt and nearly fell down, and I went flying and bit it while refusing to let go of his reins, which at the time, were made of climbing rope. There was a little kitty in the bushes next to the arena. Goober. I totally feel your pain.
We put up more hay today, that makes about 300 bales this season so far, and we are only halfway done with the first cut. I figure all told we will have put up close to a thousand by fall, second cut is always smaller. Of course, I'm using some of it as we go along, since they are staying in now during the hottest, buggiest part of the day, but still, we won't have to buy any this winter if we keep going the way we have so far.
"Keep a leg on each side and your mind in the middle"