Burrito of gastronomical distress

 My little helper had a rough day yesterday. Many things went wrong. Too many to list with my typing thumb.

On top of all the defugulaties he was not feeling well.

I think it was the burrito.

Yesterday morning I was sitting on the tongue of the dump box marveling that I still had fingers and my helper kept asking me if I was ok. I was just over reacting a bit and didn't want to explain my trauma. So I sent to the deli for burritos.

Of course they were out of the dollar burritos and hot sauce so he got their ultimate breakfast burrito. It should have been called the tardis burrito, cause there was infinity more grease on the inside.

He was not the same afterwards.

He made two trips back to the shop to poop.

I quit early to go to dinner with friends.

The plan was for little helper to mow hay for a couple hours as we also need to get moving on hay.

At 7 pm I got a text. He had shat himself getting in the tractor. I told him to go home.

This morning he is fine and mowing like mad.

I was able to lose the dipstick out of the tractor hydraulics and blew a hundred bucks worth of hydraulic fluid on the ground,

My chicken farmer friend is driving truck for me. Seems to be enjoying himself.

Maybe a little too much!

A Hippo On the Lawn: Of Communists, Fascists and Others Born Out Of Wedlock

A Hippo On the Lawn: Of Communists, Fascists and Others Born Out Of Wedlock

Just use my blog as a link page and read Hippo On the Lawn every day. Much more entertaining than reading about a whiny farmer who gets a little nick and publishes it to the world!

I did not cut my fingers off

I think the rubber glove saved me. That and the fact I was holding on to the one chopper knife that is out of adjustment and not razor sharp. I am not the Hippo on the lawn guy and blood, pain, deep bruises make me queasy. Would have been a shame to waste those five cups of coffee I drank this morning.  Coffee is expensive. Wish my fingers would stop tingling. Really annoying.

AND... Yes, everything was shut off. Too complicated to explain.

Posting with an iPhone

Wife and daughter conspired to buy me an iPhone. It is kind of addictive. Writing a blog with my thumb and not plugging up the chopper is a bit of a challenge !

Oats up in three days

It is too late to plant oats. Every day after mid April is a loss in yield. Despite what you may hear from people trying to sell you forage oats, late planted oats are usually a failure. 

But, as usual I panicked and planted what ever seed I could find when the swamp that is our farm started to dry.

Yesterday I could have gotten a contract for Teff seed. A buck a pound and they clean it. I do know how to fail at growing Teff.

Anyway... Planted Montezuma oats three days ago and the are out of the ground this morning!

It never rains when you want it to

We have a 30 acre corn field that is golf ball clods on the top 3 inches and mud underneath. Too wet to strip till or disk. Weather forecast said rain so we planted. Rain is falling on nearby hay fields but not on our corn.

As I'm chopping grass silage I watch the rain clouds go by

We serve no corn before it's time

My brother is planting corn . That is as close as I can come to a corn photo.