We opened the fields Friday — which means we started water. This is a big job as all the ditches have to be flushed, the weeds cleaned out.
Hank enjoys helping the water move through the mud at the bottom of the ditches. He gets the mud packed into his nose. Such a goofy dog! (said with love)
Then the water is set in the proper fields.
Boomer only likes the water to get a drink out of, most the time he is out scouting around!
The day started out cold, warmed up, and then cooled down again. Of course when you are working you warm up fast!
We had help, Misty and Tallen, Hank, Boomer, and Fuzzy.
Fuzzy didn’t want to get off the four-wheeler so I just let him stay up there. This is not normal for him as he loves ‘chasing water’. I guess, he has decided he is just too old now and will opt for directing the other dogs on what to do. The patriarch of the dog pack so to speak.
I would set him down and he would hang out in the shade, go over and get a drink and then head back to the shade. Sort of sad really, but at least he still like going with us.
Tallen really does help…we gave her a row of her own and she truly worked at getting the water down it.
These little grandchildren may never live or work on a farm, but they are getting a good taste of what it takes to make a row crop farm go. 🙂
This photo shows you the gated pipe at work. The little gates are nice in some ways, in others not so nice….like having to clean the trash out of them. You have to reach clear inside and pull the trash out, lots of bending over and getting your hands and fingers wet.
The end of the day we were all back out there.
When you open a field every end of the row has to be dug out so your water goes down the row it is supposed to be in. Corn is watered every other row. Lots of digging when you first open a field, lots of digging after you plant and after you cultivate.
Terry always waters the corn fields first so he doesn’t have to worry about cold weather coming along and causing the VERY EXPENSIVE corn seed to rot.
We will soak the fields, let them dry, then he will plant.
In the beginning your winter body doth protest loudly, by the end of the season you are ‘fit as a fiddle’ — as my beloved maternal grandfather would say.
Terry packed rows ahead of us so we didn’t have to walk the water through the field, sometimes packing helps sometimes not. Yesterday and Friday it worked great!
I hope each and everyone of you have a really nice Sunday…a day of just doing whatever you feel like doing!