Yesterday was a big day. The countdown for baby hit less than three digits, and I now have combine driving on the list of things I have done in my life. Look for yourself and see some of the corn I picked going into the grain cart and sitting in the semi.
I did not have to unload and drive at the same time since we were just a two man operation. Development of that skill may get to wait until another year. I picked approximately 32 rows of corn with only one big error that shall remain nameless, and then we had to stop because it was too wet, the kernels that is – not the weather.
I didn’t master much in my 32 rows. Here a picture I took while I was stopped because the light came on for the bin being full, and I had no idea if I could make it to the end of the row or not.
Here I am trying to figure out what snout to put into what row so I am lined up appropriately. I find it to be a challenging task and am thankful I was picking corn while no one was around to see.
Just because he’s cute, if you look closely in the following picture, you can see Wyatt. He has a look of “I wish I could be in the combine, but Dad won’t let me because Mom’s driving.”