View of the day-Servicing central, as all the combines get ready for another good day of harvesting.
We were eager to get back into the field after a couple of slack days off…harvesting, at least. We fueled and did the windows before moving across the highway to finish off a field that had been started previously. It was still a bit chewy, so we all stopped and went for lunch at Bob’s mom and dad’s place…you just can’t beat a home made meal and this one was delicious.
Once we got back to the field, it didn’t take too long before we had it lapped up and we getting the combines into moving mode to start the next field…about a five mile move. There was lots of entertainment in the field today as the hawks and ravens were picking off rodents like the seagull nabbing fries in the McDonald’s parking lot.
We were split up with two machines in each field, so Phil and I worked at getting the swaths around the sloughs picked up before it got dark…a necessity when you aren’t sure how it was swathed. Al and Blaine hauled grain for us and were able to keep up, even though the canola was yielding as high as 70 bu/ac.
We worked until they had filled the bin and didn’t want to set up a new one in the dark, so we filled both trucks and left the combines full as well. We stopped to get fuel for the combine on the way home and called it a wrap at midnight.
Tomorrow is supposed to be an even better day…
We were eager to get back into the field after a couple of slack days off…harvesting, at least. We fueled and did the windows before moving across the highway to finish off a field that had been started previously. It was still a bit chewy, so we all stopped and went for lunch at Bob’s mom and dad’s place…you just can’t beat a home made meal and this one was delicious.
Once we got back to the field, it didn’t take too long before we had it lapped up and we getting the combines into moving mode to start the next field…about a five mile move. There was lots of entertainment in the field today as the hawks and ravens were picking off rodents like the seagull nabbing fries in the McDonald’s parking lot.
We were split up with two machines in each field, so Phil and I worked at getting the swaths around the sloughs picked up before it got dark…a necessity when you aren’t sure how it was swathed. Al and Blaine hauled grain for us and were able to keep up, even though the canola was yielding as high as 70 bu/ac.
We worked until they had filled the bin and didn’t want to set up a new one in the dark, so we filled both trucks and left the combines full as well. We stopped to get fuel for the combine on the way home and called it a wrap at midnight.
Tomorrow is supposed to be an even better day…
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