Been hectic here, brother Jan was here, my ma is here and whoever else shows up at random times. So on Thursday it is too wet to get the tractor in the field, and on Tuesday, 5 days later it is so dry that you can drag a disk over the field, but not through the field. I am starting to get suspicious of my farming karma. Starting out with snowmageddon, this 15 inch snow (oh what I wouldn't give for that right now), baseball size hail, 2 months of rain, a tornado or two, and now record heat in June, and a Missouri river that will be flooding soon.
In case you missed it, spring this year was May 24th, between nine thirty and eleven am.
So, the spring crops, schlapped in between rains could never get weeded, or drowned out, plowed them up, then put 500 transplants out, they were good looking tomatoes, emphasis on were, they drowned out, so for the third time we are ripping up this field here.
Orval isn't happy with the wheat either and it will take some prodding to get him to combine them, for it is hardly worth it he says. May have to put the pressure on him, after all, this monstrous machine is clogging up my shed space, and if we are not going to use it I would like to turn it into a yard ornament.
Than we got a chicken murderer in the midst of us, not sure what goes into the coop at night and just kills them for the heck of it. (At least when I kill one I eat it, these animals just take one bite out of the neck and let them rot, buggers).
So we are looking at some barren fields here, my normally solid oak sunny disposition is turning into rotting pine, but, nothing a glass of wine with Ma can't fix.
Anyway, not hindered by any relevant knowledge we'll just keep on plodding onward.
On the brighter side: both Frankie and Johnnie are working just fine and Dylan is getting quite proficient at changing implements at random. He gave me some grief about the shabby state of the rust bucket equipment: a corn planter, a disk, a harrow, a grain drill, a brush hog, 2 tractors, a rototiller, a transplanter and what have you not. And yes, at least one of these implements is post Walmart. It isn't pretty and it takes some love and tender care and tubes of grease and sometimes a BFH (big f*ing hammer) but it seems to all be working. Got er all ready just in time for the fall.
How do you make a million dollars in farming? Answer: start out with two million.
And the funniest thing I came across the last weeks was, while camping with my brother, to see this couple come up to the campsite with this big ass trailer, they went camping and brought their milk cow along, oOtherwise they couldn't stay but for the day, so they brought it along! Handy!
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .