Needle in a Haystack

Seeding continues.  R is optimistic that we can finish by tomorrow night--that is, finish what is dry enough.  There are some spots that are still too wet.  With more rain in the forecast, it doesn't look good to get it all done.  Like M's cousin said last night, this is a year we'll remember for a long time--something to tell our grandchildren about.

M called this morning and woke me out of a deep sleep and said he needed my help.  R was running the drill yesterday and had lost a metal boot along with the hose.  M didn't have another boot for that side nor did he have the hose so he wanted me to look for it.  I took off with the 4-wheeler to begin the search.  R was sure that it was okay the last time he filled the drill so I started at the last point he had seeded on the east and started working my way back west, up and down, back and forth, following the tractor tracks.  I searched for a couple of hours and all I found were a bunch of bones from a cow that had died there.  I had a feeling I had missed it right off the start so I went back there to look again.  I had made a couple of passes when R arrived so we looked together for awhile.  By that time M was ready to fill his drill (which he was running short one hose) so I headed that direction to help him while R took off by himself on the 4-wheeler.  He came back a short time later with the missing hose and boot.  I don't know how I missed it, but we had been over that area three times.

The tractor was running warm so M had to take it to the farm to blow out filters.  While he did that R and I put the boot and hose assembly back on and changed two other boots.  I'm getting to be a pro since M likes to do it when he has help.  It's a bit hard to do by yourself.  I'm pretty sure I heard "I hate mechanicking" out of R's mouth more than once today.  I hope he didn't get his mechanical ability from me--that would be bad!

R and I went to have lunch and arrived about the same time as another load of the neighbor's (John) cows.  We helped move them and then visited with John for a bit.  When we went back to the house R told me I should go wash my face.  It was a bit gritty.  I guess I had sort of a sandblast exfoliation.  Who needs a facial when you can be out in the wind and dirt and do it naturally?