If I continue to swear, this is where i will spend eternity...

In an endless field on an endless hill on an endless summer day with a constant temperature of 87 degrees a New Holland 1085 stacker with busted springs in the seat, an airconditioner that dumps water on your head on sidehills, lots of side hills, a malfunctioning hydraulic valve, no radio, constant text messages...

Strangely enough, many people would think of this photo as showing natural beauty of the rural landscape. Of course there are people who blow themselves up for the promise of 72 virgins. I want peace and quiet through out my eternity. If I got stuck forever with 72 virgins I'd want to blow myself up.... Although I do like the giggles, and the pillow fights, and I have been known to have had barbie tea parties, and ooooh snuggles!
I mean if they were your virgins to do whatever you wanted with them... We could have a baseball league-(well slow pitch softball.) Oh, powder puff football, in chocolate pudding! I'm sure one of them would know how to play the fiddle. We could play charades, run around in the dark with glow sticks, have tickle fights...
Kind of like my own continual Benny Hill show for all eternity... Hmm...
I suppose what ever it will be, I will adapt...
I'm sure you all read my blog for photos of no-till corn and not stream of consciousness ramblings from a lazy farmer.
I really need to get a radio in the stacker...

Today I go to the dentist

A flower

Or two flowers, or three flowers...
I have nothing to say.
A week of stacking hay bales awaits me...
I have to make pig feed...
The A/C doesn't work on that tractor I bought from Smith and Smith. This fully completes my opposite universe understanding of Northwest Missouri.
Instead of lying to me about the tractor, he merely lives in an opposite universe. This theory makes complete sense to me now that EVERY single positive feature of the tractor has turned into a negative issue. Meaning he said the A/C worked the last time they used it...
So it was just opposite day and if I would have understood that I would have had a much better negotiating position.
I just assumed that since my relatives are from Mo and they are completely and at times painfully honest, thus everyone else is.
Northwest Mo is from the wrong side of the Mason-Dixon line...
Here are some flowers...

Slow moving traffic

So I was sitting in the stacker at a rural intersection in the middle of nowhere late last night and I see a car coming. I really wanted to pull out in front of him but I thought it would be rude. The head lights are pretty bright.
I kept sitting there.
And sitting there...
I thought, "man that guy is going slow."
I decided to pour some coffee out of my every present thermos.
Contrary to old farmer tradition it was not Crown Roy-al coffee. It was just your standard coffee hand roasted by MuddyValley.
And that is when I saw the putt-putt car was a vintage Mercedes...
Speaking of MuddyValley...
He is getting to be kind of an old plugger, shouldn't he be in bed at 11 p.m.?
Won't that old Mercedes go faster that 25 mph?
Made me thing of this song...

And here is a song for Collieguy which has to do with spin cycles.

Note: My wife suggested I comment about Scooter Boy bringing his post hole auger over and drilling the water line to the sister-in-laws garden but it is a little painful and I have to go to work...

Happy Independence day!

I was sitting on the porch half asleep, taking a break from stacking yesterday, why my neighbor came by trying to enlist my help in moving some farm equipment.
Upon hearing of the number of bales I still had to pick up and realizing he was next on my list he decided he didn't actually need my help.
But, he did note that Yamhill County has put their trucker harassment officer back on the job. I guess one of his hay trucks got stopped and she inspected the straps holding the load. I'm quite happy to know the general public is much safer now.
If only you could just bribe the local official to leave you alone like you do in other THIRD world countries.
It got me thinking of Independence day.
Then I saw this video on the news.
The guy was taping police officers and they shot his dog. 
You shoot a police dog and you go to jail.
Look at the headline, Perhaps there is some justice in the world. Of course it is pretty ironic that people can be shot when cops get the wrong address and you hear nothing but a stupid Rottweiler gets shot and the public is up in arms.
The spin cycle should start soon.
In honor of Independence day, I think we should all take a moment and think how our government has protected those cherished freedoms that our forefathers fought and died for.
Perhaps envision John Hancock's signature and wonder how times have changed, or if they have changed at all.

Now this is just plain funny, in a horrible sick sort of way... I think perhaps some different training is in order...

Corn Pictures for the corn curious

I thought people only read blogs to see complaints and boring trivial details of uneventful lives. And photos of Elk being abducted by aliens while a strange yellow orb appears from their nose.

But, the people have spoken and here is the post I've been saving.

There are few details due to the fact that I picked up bales rather late last night and overslept and have to go pick up more bales for more farmers and I suppose next you will want to see pictures of hay bales.

This is why we decided to stop working the ground and start no-tilling it. If you notice the black object with two handles and a gauge on top? It is a compaction meter. It has another three feet of stainless steel probe attached to it. It sunk to the handles with virtually no effort on my part.  Two years of annual ryegrass seems to have broken up the hard pan? Either that or it is mud a foot below the surface.

This is what it looks like after it is planted. Note the grass on the right side and foreground of the photo. It appears dead, but it reappears in later photos. (5/19/2013)

Here it is coming up a few days later. (6/1/2013)

Here it is again... (6/19/2013) Note that the grass is starting to come back. See right side of photo below.

Here it is again. (6/28/2013)

That stinking grass won't die!!!

So far we have not had to irrigate. Think it is starting to stress a little with 95 degree temps. Probably getting water today or tomorrow. Have not heard what terrible crisis most likely happened yesterday at home. I was off stacking.

And now I'm going to work. Enjoy your corn pone prone porn corn something...

The Problem with Sunday is that it is followed by Monday

This nice girl came and sang at our church. She likes old-time music. She was good.
I did not forget to get my wife from the airport.
However, I did forget to eat half the food she prepared for me and instead appealed to the good nature of other people's wives to provide me with cookies and pies.
It is now 6 a.m. and I'm sure my brother is somewhere working.
I have to find a New Holland dealership which has a fanbelt for a NH 1085 stacker. But I have to wait till 8 a.m.
It is going to be a lot of fun to install a fan belt in 90 degree weather. At least the engine will be cool.
Then I have to stack in three different places at once...
I spent yesterday at the river with my daughter. We had a nice time. Saw a very angry crawdad. Provoked an angry crawdad. Saw a deer. Tried to convince daughter pioneers used dried cowpies to play frisbee.
Today it is back to work.
Was going to post photos of our no-till corn but I really doubt anyone cares.
Have a nice day...