Done Again

It’s been eight semis since I last checked in. The wagons are all holding corn. Only one’s not running over full. But I’m done. Full Harvest. A regular cornucopia. I finished cutting corn in the dark last night. It’s been a good fight. Dancing around the big wet spot that was thawing out over the mountain from Snake Grass Bottom on the farm north of town. Right along the highway. Right out in front of God and everybody. Fitting I guess as it seems lately that everything I do is in the dark. Under the lights. Under the Moon. And I’m a day kind of guy. That may be because there’s more darkness than light (not counting the moon) this time of year and I still have a full day’s work to get done. There’s less light each day. More star time each night. Nocturnality. For another three weeks or so. Then it’ll be going in the right direction. Again.

I hope your having a happy St. Andrew’s Day.

Cc

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The Full Story

Not the last farmer. I get to drive by three other farmers not done harvesting corn on the way up to my last farm to harvest. One of them don’t have their own combine and the other two run green ones, one an old 6620 about the same age as mine, the other runs two new ones with wide heads dumping into a grain cart and semis.  It may not change things but misery loves company. Hey, we could start a company and …….

The bin’s full on the last farm, I had a couple good days running. The wagons are likewise full. As is Gary, my dream machine combine from up by Sioux City. It has performed flawlessly since I changed out the electric fuel pump. By ten o’clock last night I was heading home to rest the rest. The night before I had run late filling up the wagons I had dumped right before sunset. Last night I finished dumping what would fit in the bin after dark. I was wandering around the field driving my old 856 pulling wagons using only a flashlight for light. I’m glad that went well considering the terraces.

That’s the full story from here in the corn patch, I hope all is well with you and yours where ever you and yours have come a shores. If I don’t see ya before then, have a happy thanksgiving. I know I will.

See ya then, see ya there.

Cc

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Truck-n

I’m not waiting on a girl, I’m just waiting on a truck. Last night at sunset I was finishing up filling the wagons. I filled the combine too.  After loading out the two semi loads of corn Monday I hooked up the no till drill and ran off a quick six bags of winter rye seed. I planted about six acres. My first fall seeded crop ever. After thirty one years I guess we’ll try teaching this old dog a new trick. Last year I tried flying on a rye grass cover crop but it didn’t really work. My six acres will be for seed next fall. I think I’ll try cover crops on more of my acres to see if I can both stop erosion and build more organic matter in the soil. It’s the next step after twenty seven years of no till.

Yesterday I started the day off rolling up the rest of the old barbed wire along the old ridge road up north of I-80. I have about another quarter mile to do along York road and then the fence builders can have at it. When the dew had dried off and the sun had shown a while I switched from fencing to combining. The corn is yielding well and it didn’t take long to refill the seven wagons and the combine hopper. More than enough to fill two trucks with corn, even with Iowa’s eight thousand pound bump in allowable truck weights for the harvest season.

Hold on a second while I load a semi …….

……. and combine the wagons back full. And get done with the farm at home. Now that It’s 4:20 in the afternoon I can grab a snack, finish this post and get some hot wire fencing done to turn the cows out on the freshly combined cornstalks. Watching them glean will be a nice way to observe the sundown. Picture postcard perfect to be exact. This is Iowa. A lot of places try to be but there’s no place like it. Wish I had more time.

there, then

Cc

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November

The auger is fixed. The bin is full. As are almost all of the wagons. The whole shebang is grouped down by the pasture inside the fence along the road. I’m waiting to load a couple of semis full of corn for delivery to the alcohol plant co owned by Bunge of North America just south of Council Bluffs along Interstate Highway I-29. We’re going to spot a few loads into the market. My older brother’s driver is bringing one of the brother’s trucks. We will load him on the road from the field. I have a long enough auger to reach across thee road ditch and dump on the truck while it still sits on the gravel road. That way we can keep the roadside on the road and the field side in the field.

It’s Monday November 3rd. November is for picking corn. I have forty acres done and two hundred eighty to go. This could be my largest corn run ever. I hope it all goes well. Yesterday I put the 1440 and twenty foot bean head away in the barn. I’m hoping the 1460 will last through the fall. I never used it at all last year. It sat around as a spare while I ran everything through the 1440. The 1460 has better lights, more power with it’s trurbo, and a few more bushels of grain tank capacity, and a longer unloading auger. With corn yielding three times as much as beans the extras start to really add up. It also has heavier final drives and a beefier transmission, both adding stability to it’s stance.

I may try planting my ten bags of winter rye today. At any rate I’m going to have the stay at gone mom run to Co op and pick them up after we load the corn. I plan on planting them alongside gulleys so I can fill the gulleys in with a dirt scraper or tractor & loader next summer after I harvest off my cover crop seed for next fall. That’s the theory anyway. I’ve been told all the rye needs to do is germinate this fall to be a viable crop next summer. I think we still have warm enough soil. The temps have been above normal the last couple weeks. I know we have wet enough soil. It never seems to quit raining.

That’s about it from the corn patch. Have a great month. Be thankful we have it.

See ya then, see ya there …….

Cc

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