How Great The Yield From A Fertile Field

Random musings from an old farmer about life, agriculture, and faith

Thursday, May 03, 2018

Much Progress

After unseasonable cool temperatures and snow the first three weekends of April, it finally warmed up and dried out the last week.  We started planting corn last Wednesday, and in parts of six working days we were able to get it all underground.  We planted our first field of soybeans yesterday, finishing ahead of the rain that moved across the area.  We were ready for a little break, but I spent much of the day catching up on the power-washing.

This young man stops out regularly to make sure the equipment is still in good condition.



A couple weekends ago we went down to visit Phil.  From the time we stepped in the front door of the prison until we were in the visiting room, it was only about twelve minutes!  That included a bathroom stop! That was the quickest we ever made it in.  Usually you have to figure on at least a half hour or more.  We had a good visit and Phil was in good spirits.  He got a new set of false teeth, so he even looked good.

A couple of weeks ago, Gus trapped a ground hog under our grill right outside our door.  I dispatched it for him, but then it disappeared.  Apparently, he buried it in our planter box outside the kitchen window and probably forgot about it.  This week after the temperatures warmed up, he dug it up and it is now adorning our yard.  Last night, he had something cornered in our old shed, so brother and I investigated.  It was a raccoon and Gus was bound and determined that he was going to own it. With the help of a pitchfork, we were able to coax it from its hiding place.  Gus took over from there.  Now we have two dead furry things in our yard along with the usual assorted pig carcass parts.

"I like pigs;  cats look down on human beings, dogs look up to them, but pigs just treat us as their equals."
Sir Winston Churchill

 And they shall be gathered together, as prisoners are gathered in the pit, and shall be shut up in the prison, and after many days shall they be visited.
Isaiah 24:22

2 Comments:

At 10:44 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

He must be related to Amigo. Just wait until you have skunk carcasses!
Steve and Renee

 
At 6:58 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

:)
Love your "overseer" too

 

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