Jesse and Cally, our son and daughter-in-law were married here in 2012. They now operate the farm, following the tragic death of Cally's aunt Edie. Edie's sister Candace (Pullman) Wheeler, Cally's mother, was also present this weekend. Candy is an expert in the kitchen, so happily cooked us a farm dinner of roast chicken, string beans, acorn squash, and mixed salad, with apple crisp for dessert. Yum!
|An empty dung heap.|
It seems that a sizable boulder had been buried in the manure pile, which during the loading had found its way into the spreader. The boulder had jammed the spreader, and broken its drive chain. While he was removing the boulder from the jammed rotating parts of the spreader, the boulder fell onto the toes of Jesse's right foot. Luckily and wisely, Jess was wearing his steel-toed boots, and suffered no injury.
|Jesse points to where the rock jammed the spreader's "throwers."|
|Note the bent tines on the leftmost thrower.|
|Here is where the drive chain snapped.|
|These bars are dragged by the chain along beneath the load,|
moving it to the rear of the machine, where the spinning throwers
distribute it onto the hayfields.
We walked out to the "new barn," where I viewed all five of the farm's tractors, this one being the oldest. It had belonged to Cally's great-grandfather.
|"The mustang." A horse bought and brought from out west. Note his brand.|
At the invitation of Candace to stay for dinner, and of Jesse and Cally to spend the night, I stayed Sunday night at the farm. We'll be going back for a baby shower in November, for Cally is expecting in January.
|The happy farmers, parents-to-be.|
|Old feller, settin' a spell by the farm gate.|