Wheat Harvest. The Last Day No. 1 (15 of 16.)
We were in desperate need of a new sickle bar, which was not in stock on Sunday when we called. I decided I would go ahead and cut out the borders of the field first thing Monday morning so we could go ahead and clean out the combine while we waited for the loaner header they were bringing out since they didn't have the sickle bar for us.


I pulled back on the stick. There was a ker-chunk, and the happy little combine could go no further. Deep inside the confines of the transmission, something had gone horribly wrong:






Here we can see my combine being hauled away while we resume harvest in the shiny used combine.







Labels: Farmin', Love Loby Disco, mllr approved, temporal displacement, Wilderness Survival
2 Comments:
Those are some beautiful pictures! Susan needs to write us a poem!
4:31 PM, October 31, 2009
Is that confusing? Because she took one of your other beautiful pictures and blew it up and printed a poem of hers on it. It's one of my favorite things she's done.
4:31 PM, October 31, 2009
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