Our neighbor got his corn field baled just at the miserable winds arrived. Although, the loose corn leaves would not have bothered us, it would have made a huge mess for the Church of the First Born on the corner by the corn field.
Sunday was a good day to sit by the fire!
Later on today we will travel out and gather more corn for sampling the moisture. A tedious routine now, but necessary. Just as soon as the meter hits 14% the combine will roar into the life and the big orange truck will find it’s way out to the proper field, waiting for the corn to be loaded into the back. As soon as the bed is full, the truck will head down to the Elevator…hopefully! That’s the plan anyway. Finger’s Crossed and Magic thoughts we can start again (I think I’ve said that at least two times before this time…shish!)
Your friend on a very cold western Colorado farm,