Most people reason dramatically, not quantitatively.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
It is hard to believe when you look out your window and see mountains of snow and the temperature is once again a frigid -20 degrees Celsius that you could possibly be thinking of baler parts and the hot hazy days that come with the season of busy but as a farmer you have to. You did know I was not really finished with that story about my first auction of the season did you? There was obviously more than the scenic drive and those conversations between My Hero and brother Dios wondering what was to be seen, there is always something that peaks their interest in those newspaper ads that sets us off on these wild adventures.
This time it happened to be for My Hero, the words New Idea Hay Baler which is somewhat similar but not as pretty as the Case red one I use for hours and hours and hours during haying season and where I have been known to stop and pick up Turkey feathers, you know the ones. Oh yes if you own an old baler from 1984 that may or may not last through the upcoming long season and your wife (that would be me) loves it and understands it and will never let you buy a fancy new one you are always looking for an identical or close to it one for parts or if you are very lucky one that will work better than the one you now run. This is always on our mind; breakdowns in the middle of the season are not what either of us wants. Welding parts or broken pieces in the sweltering hot +40 degree Celsius heat, I know it is hard to imagine. This auction had one of them.
Brother Dios went to look at plows, this is something I tried once but apparently you have to keep going straight to keep the furrows straight or something and I am not capable of doing that, oh yes that was pointed out to me many, many years ago when my only attempt took a big curve to wherever. I am kind of happy about that; you do not want to get to experienced at jobs on a farm or that will become your forever job, this I know, a fact known by farm women everywhere. I did not even go look at those plows but I did find more interesting things to see at this auction.
There were horses tethered to buggies off in the distance driven here by an Amish farm family and that of course peaked my interest so I went to have a little chat with them, the horses not the Amish family, those nice gentlemen were too busy bidding on things that they also needed for the upcoming busy season off that wagon full of tools or something and I was positive they did not need to be interrupted by a farm girl who actually had no interest with anything selling off that wagon. Oh I love seeing horses and knew they would love seeing me; sure they were they kept looking at me.
I made my way down the lane and was careful not to spook them as they were all busy eating snow and one was nibbling on the cedar rail fence (maybe he was related to the deer in my bush back home). Now I am no horse expert but I did not think that was a good thing but what do I know. I did not approach them and kept my distance as they were not mine and I did not have permission. You know the kind of permission you would get if you were to ask “Permission to come aboard Captain” if you saw a ship or fancy yacht docked at the pier, or possibly The Starship Enterprise. So I did not ask that question “Permission to pet your horse Mr. Farmer” so I did not pet the horses even though I really would have liked to.
They did have a lot to say and since I was close enough to hear them I listened. Apparently they wanted to stay home this cold morning in bed surrounded by soft bedding and able to reach over to pull out green bits of hay from the manger and enjoy the warmth of the barn but their fellas were just like mine; they were interested in something they had seen in that auction listing too.
I told you they were looking at me for a reason we had very similar stories. I reassured them the warmth of spring was coming and this auction was moving very quickly so we would all be home before we knew it and snuggled back in a nice warm house or in their case, warm barn. I knew that made them happy at the thought as they smiled and so did I. I bid goodbye and be well and headed back to see if we would be dragging anything home behind our truck. I wondered if my new horse friends would be pulling one of those hay implements that I had seen or maybe brother Dios plow which would have to be modified. Would they be pulling them behind them someday in the field with harnesses or maybe they had big Clydesdale work horse friends sitting back at their home in that warm barn resting till spring when the weather would warm up and the busy season would be upon us.
I found My Hero and brother Dios still checking out the baler and the plows and since the wagon load of things was now sold My Hero exclaimed they had seen enough and there was much to do back home so we headed off. There was nothing dragging behind the truck so I thought it was a good start to our auction season.
Brother Dios told me later on that he really would have liked to stay to see the plows sell and see what they were worth but please Do not tell My Hero he would probably feel bad, that is our little secret. I do know that next time brother Dios will probably drive and My Hero will have to leave before he sees what he came looking for, possibly another long ladder.
If you are wondering what auction I am talking about and you need a hat (toque), there is still time to enter the draw for a one of a kind hat possibly worn by Bossy2. Enter here.