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Since we farm less than 300 acres, we have not invested the money in our own combine to harvest our corn and soybeans. Especially because we had chopped (cut the whole stalk down with a special machine and chopped it up for the dairy cows) a lot of the corn in the past. So, we hire other farmers to bring their combines (the large harvesting tractors) over to our field. I am fairly certain the pictures of the green machines breaks my grandpa, dad, and brother’s heart. They are red men.
For farmers, the color of tractor is either green or red, maybe an occasional blue, orange or white depending on the age of your farm machines. But there is no blending of green and red. Farmers are very brand loyal when it comes to their tractors. It has been very dry here in Indiana so harvest this year is abnormally dusty. It has been just fantastic living in the middle of crop land when I have self diagnosed dust allergies. But, I keep going out and taking pictures because it is just so fantastic to see.Our farmer friend Steve who is driving the combine got the joy of having Boo ride along with him for several hours.Down and back. Down and back. For hours. With Boo. Who talks a lot. A lot. Not as much as Princess, but three hours alone in a cab of a combine with only one other person…you get my point. I am sure Steve was glad to go home to his four daughters that night;) Let’s be honest, I think the hubby loves harvest as much as the 5 year old. He had to keep the combine moving by having the grain cart ready to have the combine dump the beans on the go. He would then come over to the semi to be loaded for transport back to the farm to store the beans till we sell them.I just love the site of flowing grain-corn or beans. Makes me think of childhood on my grandpa’s farm. Playing in those gravity flow wagons. Crazy. I can’t believe we played in grain. I guess it is sort of like cribs painted in lead based paint. We just didn’t know any different. Princess wasn’t as impressed with the combine. She thought it was loud. A bit dusty. A tad boring. She wanted the pepperoni pizza I brought out to the field and hitched a ride back home with me.While we will not eat the soybeans directly since they are not the edamame type, we will enjoy the dairy, beef, pork, eggs and chicken that all eat the soybean meal that comes from these little beans. And for this we are all grateful.