Al was out early with high hopes of starting at noon. He got the combine serviced and fueled, unloaded the trucks, then gave it a try. He got about 20 ft and the feeder plugged. He then called Marilyn and told her there was no rush to get out to the field and he would call after he got the first hopper...whenever that would be.
That worked out good for Marilyn since she had discovered the fresh water holding tank was empty and she was going to have to work on getting the hoses to the hydrant thawed out. Once she got them all unhooked, she dragged them out to the road in front of the camper and waited for the sun to work its magic.
Al finally got going and gave Marilyn a call to come out to the field, just as she was getting the hoses hooked back up and the holding tank filled. By the time she took over in the combine, it was already 2pm...that cuts the productivity down quite a bit. It was going to get even shorter for her as she was leaving to go to Yorkton at 5:30 for a drama rehearsal.
The beavers have been busy around this field, chewing down trees and trying to survive in the ponds that are slowly drying up. Would have been nice if they would have felled these the other direction, or at least dragged them to the hut.
After making sure the trucks were empty for Al to fill in her absence, she took off for Yorkton and left Al to combine. He managed to get one of the trucks heaped and the other one started, before the feeder plugged and the chain jumped a link. He decided to leave it for the morning, since it was already 8pm and the straw was tough...again.
Marilyn enjoyed the view on the way to Yorkton...another beautiful sunset...
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