Friday, October 23, 2015
When I'm hauling in grain from the fields, I generally don't have time to stop and smell the roses. By the time I get the empty wagons I just brought back situated near the combine so that the catch wagon can efficiently empty and get back to the combine before it is full again and yet not too close to be in the way of the combine, there are wagons already full ready to be hauled back home. I unhook one, hook up to the next and take off again. However, at the beginning of the day when we all convoy out to the field, I have a few minutes while the combine is shelling enough corn to fill the first wagon up and I sometimes take this time to hop off the tractor and take a few photos with my camera phone. In this post I have attached a few of the better ones that I took
Above is a photo of an unusual grain bin I have never seen before. It is actually on a farm that my parents bought last fall when the original deal to another person fell through. The other person who wanted to buy it couldn't get the financing and there were just a few days left before the owners (inheritors after the owner died) needed money and were looking for someone who could do a cash deal. My parents could and did. This is why this grain bin was new to me though it has obviously been around for awhile. This grain bin was oblong and had an opening in the middle so you could drive through and load up a wagon with whatever was being stored in there, most likely cattle feed.
One of my secret guilty pleasures is to lie down in a corn field on a clear blue sky day. I love to listen to the rustle of the corn stalks and see them waving in the clear blue sky. It is very relaxing. Unfortunately, I only seem to get a minute or two and then it is back to work or getting out of the way of a combine coming towards my "bed". Below is another shot in the middle of the corn field showing the space between two rows of corn and a sea of corn beyond. This particular field was making 200 bushels of corn per acres which was really good for our area of the world with poor soil type.
On day four of helping my parents, we were nearing the end of getting the final "long haul" field done and weren't working quite as hard. More on that in another post. We finished and by the time I got the last wagon hauled in, got the tractor fueled and put away and got in my car, I had about 45 minutes of daylight left. My wife and kids had been down to pick apples from the orchard earlier but ran out of time to get pears which were over in an old orchard on another farm my parents own. I grabbed a few sacks and drove over there to pick some pears from a gigantic pear tree that was absolutely loaded full of pears. It stands probably 40 feet tall and as you can see below, full of pears. I picked three grocery sacks full from just the lower branches but had to be careful. If I shook the tree to hard pulling off a pear, four more pears from up above would fall like baseballs around me. I wish I had a hard hat on but I didn't and so I was constantly dodging falling pears. With the last of the sun now below the horizon, I loaded up my pears and drove home.