August 25, 2016

View of the day-Trapline is set...four traps-no waiting.

We didn't do much yesterday, it rained off and on all day, so the camper was the place to be. It turned quite chilly...not furnace chilly, but it was fleecy pants and two jackets chilly...for Marilyn at least, Al was in short sleeves as usual.

While Marilyn was sitting at the table, through the sound of the rain, she heard what sounded like the trees rubbing against the side of the camper. Then she realized it was coming from the cupboard under the sink somewhere. Mice. Couldn't find any, but they left plenty of trails...and no traps in the camper. With the dryer running, we could at least go to sleep without the sound of scratching.

Today, the sun was shining and it was a lot dryer...no wind to help it out, but at least it had promise. First thing was to go into Kipling to have lunch, then buy some mouse traps. We came back to the camper and set one each under the sink and in each of the three drawers where Marilyn found the "sign" of the intruders.

We did a bit of work on the combine. Al did some servicing and got it set for oats, while Marilyn put in the satellite radio tuner in the cab. After dismantling the headliner to get to the back of the radio to plug it in...the little metal removal tools that are supposed to be with the radio, weren't...Marilyn got it all put back together. 

Then she started putting the two way radio back, but the power connector had disappeared...it must be behind the radio, she thought. Dismantle headliner again...removing the three inch fine thread screws by hand, with a little cursing thrown in. Still no connector. Until she reached way in on the opposite side of the opening...there it was, with no need to have removed the headliner. Back together it went and this time everything had power and worked.

About this time the farmer had gone out and tested the standing oats to see if it would be good to combine. We got the word that it was time to roll, so we moved over to the field...just across the road from the farm, a nice short drive.

After a bit of tweaking to get the settings just right, we started combining. The oats were standing a lot better than the barley was, so we were able to make some time. It was running over 100 bushels per acre, so the buggyman was having quite the time keeping up. 

The green one came over for a while, but we were filling the trucks so fast that the trucker couldn't keep up, so the green machine went back to the yard.

We combined until we had to turn the lights on then quit for the night. It had gotten a lot tougher and the trucks were full.

Back at the camper, we had success...