Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Tractor Seat Observations!

"Fate's a fiddler,
Life's a dance."
           William Ernest Henley 

You have probably figured out by the title, there was no demolition derby in our day.
I started my Sunday at 7 a.m. I made a nice breakfast and then My Hero went off to fix the broken disc- bine. I went to check my blog then I went to catch up on yesterdays and today’s dishes.
 At this point I was still thinking we would be able to make this fair. At 9:00 a.m. I head out to grease, and oil the baler and fill it with baler twine. After yesterdays long day I did not get two raked fields baled, it was getting late, and I was tired. This morning I would finish them up.
 Our neighbours and their male friends were working on a new shed. I was admiring his collection of geese and different varieties of turkeys. The Tom’s were out strutting their stuff. I did not have my camera with me so you will just have to take my word for that. It was quite the sight to see.
 Round, and round we go the baler is working great. I watch as the men were standing around watching me bale while chatting. It was like they never seen a woman bale hay before. Funny, I honk my horn and wave. Twenty bales later I head back to the house.
 I run into the house and grab some water for My Hero and I and head to the barnyard to see how he is doing. I ask, “Are we going to the derby”? His answer “The fields of hay should be dry maybe we should go get it done”. I agree.
 I run back to the house grab some frozen water bottles, and a few snacks, and off we go. My Hero will be raking on the open tractor and I will be baling on my tractor with the cab. It is very, very hot so the ice in our jugs will melt slowly.
 We drive down the old boundary road; the four wheelers have made it a terrible mess. Bounce, bounce, ouch, I hit my head. We pull into the first field.
 My Hero opens up the rake and starts raking two rows together, the hay is very dry already so waiting would not have been a good idea. I check the bale counter and write the count on the side of the baler 340, I follow close behind My Hero. I am keeping up with him pretty good until I have to stop, then tie, then open the baler and drop the bale. This makes me fall behind pretty quickly. The hay is dry so it goes through the baler well; it had been cut Saturday morning before the disc-bine broke. It is just perfect; the smell of alfalfa, and clover is hanging in the air.
  Soon, he is way ahead of me. We are working together like the well-oiled machine I am pulling.
 I watch him pass me going the other way. Every time this happens we smile at each other, it is like our dance. I am glad we are doing this I enjoy working with My Hero, his smile always makes my day better. There will be other fairs.
 I am watching all these seagulls flying above my head; all of a sudden one dives down then swoops back quickly into the air. I see a huge mouse in its mouth. It is squirming trying to get away. Poor mouse just trying to get out of the sun and away from the baler now he is lunch. He was not fast enough. I watch this game repeated over and over. There seems to be a lot of rodents this year.
 I watch as something is moving in the grass beside me, it is a big frog hopping towards the swamp. I slow down to let him get away.
 The tractor speed is 7.5 k.m. I have it in full throttle in a low gear. It is like cruise control. The baler works much better with a consistent speed. I am careful, always paying attention to my surroundings, watching for sticks that may be lying in the windrow that may break the baler. I keep a close eye behind making sure the baler is working well and not plugging up, which would mean I would have to get out of my cool tractor to fix it. I really don’t like getting out of the tractor on a hot day to pull out hay.
 I bale in circles then I get to go back and forth for the middle. I am trying to stay focused and not distracted, this can have consequences. Field after field, row after row, round and round. I am getting tired.
 I catch up to My Hero in the fifth field; I watch as he veers off course around something, He signals  me to avoid this area. I keep baling, when I come to this row I go around but take the time to stop and see what all the fuss was about. I look down; My Hero had covered with hay a wild turkey nest with about a dozen eggs in it. I smile; Ever My Hero. He would tell me later he seen the hen sitting on it earlier, before he started raking. It is a miracle it survived the disc-bine, and she came back. I bale around it and continue.

 My Hero now heads to the last field. I am here baling all alone. It is 2:00 p.m.
 While baling I find myself counting the rows, praying nothing else breaks this close to the finish line. I keep repeating one more field, one more field.
 I finally head to the last field, My Hero has just finished raking it. He folds the rake up, and asks if I want him to take over baling. I think for only a moment and I say no, I tell him to go home. I would like to finish this race myself. I continue to bale. The wind is picking up, I watch the tree tops dance, and dance I remember our dance. It is beautiful.
 The last row, yeah.
 The last bale, yeah.
 I check the counter; I write the number 439 on the side of the baler, it is 4:10 pm. I head home tired, and hungry. I am dreaming of candyfloss, and greasy hamburgers.

 I jolt out of bed Monday morning 6:00 a.m. to the clap of thunder and the flash of lightning. It is pouring rain. This is great we really needed it. Good call My Hero. I hope it rains all week. Only eight more fields to go.



  1. Nothing prettier than a field of finished hay.

  2. AHHHHHhhhhh! The smell of alfalfa. Nuttin like it.

  3. 439 bales is a lot of hay and a lot of work. Enjoy that train ride and I hope where ever it takes you things work out as they need to and your plate becomes a little less heavy.

  4. That is indeed a lot of hay! Is that first picture of your field? Beautiful!

  5. Funny isn't it, how things just fall into place as they should happen.
    Your Hero made a good call, you went with it - you're both happy... tired, but happy alongside each other.
    Finding the turkey nest was wonderful.
    The much needed rain fell.
    A time for everything. A beautiful post.

  6. nothing like working with the one you love...such a wonderful feeling. love the story and details... have a great week and send some rain to indiana please!

  7. thank you for letting us spend the day with you. it was wonderful to get to ride along as you worked, and watched, and smiled. i love your and your hero's dance...

  8. The finest, hard-working entry of my morning. I love good hard work, clears the mind and the soul. You and Your Hero make a wonderful well knit pair, working so well together. It reminds me of my dear man and the days we spent doing the same thing, but on a much smaller hobby farm scale.

  9. You are the most romantic farmer's wife I know... Good call on many fronts 'her' Hero.

    Blessings, Debbie

  10. Such a wonderful day you shared with us. I'm so glad you managed to get as much done as you did and enjoyed the day even though it meant missing the fair :) Saving wild turkey eggs and flirting with your husband must have made up for any earlier disappointment. And the rain came at the right time :)

  11. love that beautiful field of baled hay! sorry you missed your derby though.

  12. You must be doing one major load of hay if you have eight more fields to go! Such a hard working duo! Glad to hear that someone got rain!

  13. Oh, whew!!! good call indeed! What a mess to have to turn it over and begin again once it gets wet...and of course, that is only if it can be salvaged...

    and, what an old softie your Hero.... just like my guy.....love it.


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