October 26, 2013

View of the day-Another great sunset...it never gets old.

Al was out early to head for town, then check out the weekend auction out where we unload the equipment. He didn't come home with anything. He went out to the combine to service and by 11:30, he was making dust.

Marilyn spent the day at home, trying to get some more work done while checking the trap lines. Around 2am, the sweet sound of a trap springing got her up to do some inspection. Finally we had nailed one of the little bastards. He was still squirming and she didn't feel like making a kill, so she decided to go back to bed and deal with it in the morning. That was the wrong thing to do.

When she went to empty the trap, it was gone! Maybe Al had dumped it...fat chance, he said, so now she had to find out where it went. After looking under all the furniture and along all the places where there had been droppings, she was ready to give up. Then on a return trip to the living room, just under the corner of a blanket on the love seat, she saw the trap...with the mouse still squirming!

It was not happy and was being held by one of the front legs, so she took the trap outside to release it...hoping the neighbor's cats would be hanging around. It was still chomping at the trap and anything that came close, so Marilyn just put the trap down on the step and walked away. After an hour, it had given up and she was finally able to get the trap unloaded, just as the cats showed up. Trap lines are reset for any relatives that might show up.

Al was busy combining again, he was getting some help from another combine, but they had to have a swather cut ahead, since all they had was a pickup head.

While he was combining, he had a visit from Danny and Dillon Ismond. Young Dillon had gotten a ride in a JD combine when the local volunteers were taking off the Yorkton Terriers cash crop. It was his first combine ride and he couldn't stop talking about it, but Marilyn thought he needed to experience a red one. She had been Facebooking with Danny to get him to come out to Balcarres, where his dad lives, for a ride, but since we were working so close to Yorkton, he was able to make it out today.

Dillon was pretty impressed with Big Red, especially since he had never seen the straight cut head...they were picking up swaths on his other ride. Too bad his ride was short, but at least someone took pictures...no way Al would have done that.

These are courtesy of Danny.

Al got the field done, then moved down the road from our yard and got started on the last field. He didn't have the strong wind that was blowing last night, so he had to shut down earlier than he would have liked.

But he can see the light...