Go all the way to the top.
Or when the third bale of hay that the boss throws on it breaks when it hits the beginning of the cross mow. Plugs everything in sight and sucks in three or four more bales in the process.
Then none of the elevators go anywhere.
We spend longer than it would take to unload THREE wagons unplugging and repairing....
You might as well stay calm and farm on. It's just part of the job.
I was filled with admiration for the poor boss climbing up and down and trying to be patient with his amateur help. He got a little cranky, but not too bad.
Me, I followed him around, trying to be helpful, and stood in the driveway with one plug in one hand and one plug in the other, waiting for the call to turn the cross mow on or off.
A couple of Red-eyed Vireos sang in the box elders. Mosquitoes buzzed me, drilling for the ruby ichor the could find behind my ears.
It wasn't really all that much fun, but we did get it fixed, we did get the hay unloaded, and we beat the rain. I beat the catbirds to a few almost ripe blackcaps too, so all is good with me.
from Northview Diary http://ift.tt/28YKz4e
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