Update: *On the original posting of this I failed to mention that Jake was the one that alerted me as to the funky cloud formations that late afternoon. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have seen it at all as I came roaring in the back driveway headed for the house.
Yup…it’s finally happened.
You know that old saying, “When pigs fly!”
Pig’s can fly.
How do I know?
Does that not look like a flying pig to you?
However, just because pigs can now flit across the wide blue yonder doesn’t mean that I can mow hay-field corners any better than I did last year.
This is bad. This should not be attached to the ground any longer. It ought to be laying flat.
It’s tough I tell you! I did corners way better with a team than I’ve ever been able to do with that stinkin’ swather/cutting machine.
Maybe that’s not saying much but I never missed that much with “Ted & Slim”, my dad’s, secretly in my mind, my Belgian draft team.
Seriously, I’m horrible. No matter what gear I’m in. How fast or how slow, I can’t seem to get the positioning right.
My dad used to call this “Share Cropping”. I’m sure he still does.
Translation: “Leaving my share in the field”.
He would not be so proud. I left my share ALL over that field. And the field before that. And the two last week.
He should come give this a whirl. It’s a bummer. I can’t get it perfect. And, heck yes. It drives me insane!
However, there is a silver lining…Sorry. I couldn’t resist it no matter how hard I tried!
And it is this:
As of Tuesday, the day I took these pictures (cloud pig picture included), I can now mow hay, more to the point… the flipping and turning part, in nothing less than 8th gear or about 6 mph.
So that’s saying something over my pitiful performance last year. That’s just how desperate the Farm Manager is I guess.
He doesn’t give me crap for going as slow as need as long as I get it done.
So maybe since I’m finally able to crank along in big girl gear maybe pigs really do fly now.
Once I get my corners mastered then I can celebrate and toast them flying pigs.