Monthly Archives: August 2010

Through the Eyes of a Child, Young and Old

We started harvest three weeks ago this past Saturday.  That Sunday, a friend of mine posted on Facebook that she had to haul her 5 year old son to the field because “he can’t believe they started farming without him.”  He was ready to ride in the truck or combine with dad or grandpa, or it probably didn’t matter who actually was driving, he’d be happy as long as he was with.

I was, and still am, the same way.  I love being in the combine.  My mom came for a ride a few days ago and reminisced about my childhood.  She pegged it at three, the age that I started riding in the combine and she started dragging me out.  I vaguely remember my dad had a 510 Massey Ferguson.  Then I remember upgrading to the Massey Ferguson 760.  The 760s had a ledge behind the seat that would accommodate me and my brother.  I would ride on dad’s lap, he’d let me steer and I tried my best to keep the swath between the two pieces of black tape marking the center of the header.  We’d have some lunch and lemonade, nothing ever tasted better than anything eaten in a combine.  The sandwich’s cheese would melt perfectly in the microwave that was dad’s black plastic lunch box.  And lemonade in a thermos cup with maybe a little grain dust in it to add some flavor.  Nothing could be better.  Then the drone of the engine would get the best of me and I’d crawl up on the ledge under my dad’s jacket and sleep the balance of the afternoon.  I remember being 4 years old and, since I would be in Kindergarten the next year, I asked my dad how he would survive without my help next year.

In 1998 or 99 my dad had a small stroke in late July.  The doctor, and his wife, ordered him to take it easy for six weeks.  That six weeks included the weeks of harvest.  And this drove my dad nuts.  His participation would be to bring me lunch, and that would be all.  He was to come home immediately after.  One day, I remember he came to the field at dinnertime and told me mom wanted me to come home for dinner.   I got home and mom asked what I was doing there and where my dad was.  He wasn’t in to much trouble as we realized how much the combine meant to him and a little work was the best therapy he could have.

The Joy of Doing Nothing

My wife and I went to the new Julia Roberts movie a few days ago and in it they talked about how Italians can enjoy doing nothing.  I would enjoy doing nothing.  And, tomorrow, I might get it.  Three weeks ago, we started harvest.  While we finished one week ago, this past week has been almost as busy as the two prior weeks.

After stepping out of the combine on Saturday, I stepped onto an airplane dark and early Sunday morning to head for National Association of Wheat Growers Foundation meetings in Tampa, Florida.   After two days there, it was back on home to spray fungicide on the sugar beets.  A job I finished today.  It’s not that big a job, it just seemed to take a lot of time.

Last night, I commented to my wife that it was the first night I’d been home before dark.  Tonight I actually get to eat supper with her.  I almost don’t know what to do, meals on consecutive days at home with real silverware and plates.  Its amazing what you get excited for.

So tonight, and hopefully tomorrow, I’m going to enjoy doing nothing.

Dad’s Favorite Day

Earlier in the year, I talked about one of dad’s favorite days.  Saturday was truly his favorite day.  The day we finished wheat harvest.  There is nothing better to any farmer than completing harvest.  Good crop or bad, the day that everything is in the bin is a good day.  If it’s a bad crop, you can rejoice that you don’t have to look at it in the field anymore and wonder why.  Of course, it’s even better when its a good crop, you know that even though everything didn’t go right, most things did, the crop is in storage and all that is left to do is market it.  So for tonight, tomorrow, and maybe the next day, we will celebrate, and catch up on some sleep.

The Chairman Comes to Town

We were fortunate on Wednesday to have our congressman, also House Ag Committee chairman, Collin Peterson, come to our farm for a visit.  His travel companion was RMA head Bill Murphy.  It’s quite a privilege to have two men of such prestige come to your farm.

Local farmers and town people came attended the event.  We covered a wide range of issues, from river flooding and road permits, to ag stuff like the farm bill and crop insurance.  I was pleased to here from Mr. Murphy that quality issues are going to be recognized in next years policies.  Quality risk is something you can’t manage against and it can take quite a toll on your grain check.  Right now, while grain prices are high, we are charged $1.35 because of the quality of the grain.

The congressman also talked about the farm bill.  He wants to have the next bill on the President’s desk by the end of next year.  He said direct payments may be going away.  He envisions putting some of that money into crop insurance to help producers buy more coverage.  He also envisions streamlining the programs.  Crop insurance, ACRE, and SURE overlap and he thinks he can make a better system.

Here are some additional pictures from the event.

Bed Sores

My in-laws were here from California last week and I brought them out to the field.  They were wondering what time we started and what time we would quit.   As with anything in farming, you work on Mother Nature’s schedule.  If she lays a heavy dew on the ground you start when it dries off, similarly, if she quiets the wind at sunset and the temperature cools down, the dew comes down, the straw gets wet and tough and you quit early.  Conversely, if she doesn’t lay a morning or evening dew you can start early and quit late.

Yesterday, we started about 11 am and quit at about midnight.  Normally, we are starting around 11 and quitting around 10.  Different wheat varieties also play into the schedule.  We have a short variety named Pivot that shatters in the combine.  You hardly know anything is going through the machine.  We also have a variety named Faller, this has a long, strong stem.  It is tough to cut and process.  When it gets damp it makes the machine groan.  Last night we were in the Pivot.  The field also had several issues.  Namely, soon after planting we had 5 inches of rain.  The plants were to young to take that kind of pressure.  A lot of it drown and what didn’t was thin.  So it was good to do that at night when you can’t see exactly how bad the crop is.

Yesterday was a long day.  We don’t do much in the combine, just pay attention.  You get into the seat and, hopefully, don’t move until nature calls or something breaks or you quit.  I had a friend on a custom combine crew a few years ago, his boss bet him that he couldn’t stop for less than 5 minutes in a day.  A few days he made it.  But I promise you, his back was stiff and he probably had bed sores from all that sitting.

The Environment Lost

I need to break away from my harvest blogs to post this blog about another portion of my farm – sugarbeets.

Last Friday, a judge in San Francisco ruled that sugarbeet producers could not plant Round Up Ready sugarbeets in 2011.  Some in this country would like to do away with biotechnology saying it is unsafe for the environment.  As a sugar producer I would tell you the biotechnology is good for the environment.  With the Round Up technology we spray chemical on our beets twice a year.  This produces a weed free field of beets.  Using conventional seed, we spray a concoction of chemicals on our beets 3 or 4 and maybe 5 times a year.  Hopefully, this produces a crop that is mostly weed free.  Weeds rob a crop of sunlight and moisture and rob the farmer of quality and quantity.  This is a very simple explanation of the issue, and that is the way it should be analyzed.  Keep it simple, stupid.  To often in this country, people who mean well get involved with something without knowing all the facts.  The fact is, biotechnology reduces the chemical inputs a farmer needs to use, and therefore is good for the environment.  On Friday, the environment lost.

Just Enough

Tonight we shut down a little early, 8:30.  A shower just about passed to the north of us, but the tail end spit on our field.  The wheat was already tough before the shower and the extra moisture made it to tough to cut.

The last couple of nights we’ve made good progress.  Our custom combiner made it into town on Wednesday and hit the field on Thursday.  With three machines we should be able to do about 300 acres a day.  We’ve also been fortunate do be able to start early and go late.  Today we started at 11 and shut down at 8:30, yesterday we went until 11:30.  The field ditches were wet and we had to cut around them.  It’s not a lot of fun but we got it done.

Quit Before You Break Something

It’s amazing how the events of one day can affect the events of another.  Two days ago, just before we quit for the night, I hit a patch of green weeds that my combine didn’t care for that much.  Combines work better with dry stuff, green, wet stuff generally makes combines growl.  This patch of weeds was no exception as it not only made my combine growl, it brought it to its knees.  It went in the header, went up the throat, and my combine politely told me “feed accelerator speed 0,” the feed accelerator was plugged.  In a combine, anything that says speed 0 is a bad thing.  Since midnight was approaching, we went back to the trucks, unloaded, investigated briefly, and went home for a frustrating night of attempted sleep.

A few years ago, I plugged the feed accelerator and vowed to never do it again.  That time it took about 4 hours to unplug the thing.  The feed accelerator sits right behind the header and throws the material being harvested into the separator.  To unplug it, you have to pull by handful the wad of straw that is plugging it.  There is no reverser, there is no easy access to the thing.  Yesterday morning, I went to the field hating the task ahead of me.

Thankfully, the was wasn’t that big.  You can put the feed accelerator into low range and thankfully the wad went through and it wasn’t much of a problem.  As part of the clean out process, you increase the clearance of the separator and raise the straw chopper to ensure the wad doesn’t plug anything else.  Unfortunately, when we put the straw chopper back in place the belts that run that were put into low range not high range.  It ran fine throughout the day, but eventually, just as we were quitting for the night, the belt broke and then the back end of the combine plugged.  The screen on the monitor politely said “discharge beater speed 0.”  So I went home again for a miserable night of sleep.

As part of my unwinding process I google “unplugging discharge beater” looking for hints from other farmers on unplugging the thing.  The discharge beater is even more miserable than the feed accelerator to unplug.  If everything goes right you can move the drive pulley by hand and get the plug out.  Unfortunately, the wad can pack tightly and you can’t move the pulley by hand or by wrench.  Some suggestions from combine forum included wrapping a chain around the pulley and attaching the other end to a pickup, cutting the wadded straw with a sawzall, or chainsaw, and, my favorite, using a cutting torch (dry straw + flame = fire hazard) in one hand and a garden hose in the other hand.  I can only imagine that guy burning the straw with one hand and putting out the fire with the garden hose in the other.

With all this wonderful encouragement we set out to unplug the combine this morning.  We looked and investigated and could not turn the pulley by hand.  But we did discover what happened in the first place.  The drive belt was on the wrong set of pulleys, a mistake from the night before.

We did find a wrench that fit the nut on the pulley and a great big bar to put over the wrench to increase our leverage.  And to our amazement, it budged.  Just a little but a little is better than none.  I climbed in the back of the combine and pulled shards of straw out of the plug.  We moved the pulley back and forth.  Each time getting a little farther.  And finally the wad came out.  And it only took three hours.

As you can tell since this is such a long post, I have some time on my hands.  We got a shower this afternoon that made us quit for the night.  The forecast is for hot and humid tomorrow.  If we don’t get anymore rain hopefully we’ll be back in the field tomorrow and I’ll post with my thumbs.

Combining Day 3

Its day 3 of harvest and things are going well. The weather events we were forecast for went south of us. We have had lots of sunshine and LOTS of heat. I don’t know how hot it is outside but it is pleasant in the cab.
While I enjoy my a/c and autosteer, I think of my dad and grandpa. For my dad, technology was a cab and a/c. For my grandpa, technology was a combine that moved without the aid of horses. Hopefully I will expound on this later, for now its to hard to type with my thumbs and keep an eye on things at the same time

And So It Begins

We started combining this afternoon.  The good news is the wheat was at an acceptable moisture content, the bad news is the ground was not at an acceptable moisture content.   We left some ruts and found it impossible to move in some parts of the field.  I went scouting for fields that would be better and while the ground in the other fields was drier the wheat was wetter.  Is it to much to ask to have dry wheat and dry ground. The forecast is also, to be blunt, crap.  The weatheradio guy says we have a 50% chance of rain tomorrow.  Thunderstorms are possible and contain large hail, damaging winds, and, locally, large amounts of rain.  Hopefully we are the 50% that misses the storms.