FIRE

You have seen the post of us cutting and bailing hay this year and my daughter playing while her daddy stacked it.

This morning we awoke to a panicked call from Dustin's cousin. The neighbor on his way to work saw one stack of hay on fire. To say the least she had a reason to panic.

When my hubby got to the farm half of the hay was in flames. He did pull out about 60 bales and saved them. The sheriff's deputies were nice enough to block off the road and let him just run back and forth across the road to get them out of the way. The local volunteer fire department tried to wet the rest of the bales and contain the fire to help my hubby have time to get the bales out of harms way.

Insurance will pay for the hay and we have enough in other stacks to feed all winter. The only gripe is that we literally watched our hard work go up in smoke.

Thankfully to the Sheriff and volunteer fire department we did not loose all 122 in that stack. 

Oh it all started because one hay bale was a little too wet. The fire marshal told my hubby that it takes 6 weeks for hay to combust. We always thought a week or two would be out of danger. Well it has been 6 weeks and 4 days.


Just another week on the farm right? God Bless

Looking for my next painting

I was flipping through old pictures to find some good artwork. I always say to take tons of pictures. Thought I would share a few from many years ago.

                    Here is my hubby when he was younger with his favorite dog. Sam was smart and helped put cows in, could get through a hot wire and road on the back of a truck at crazy speeds. The old dog looked like a coyote though and once or twice coyote hunters almost let their hunting dogs out on him.  We miss him but in his old age he ran out in front of a car. It killed him instantly.

          The picture of the truck window when brother and I went mudding. I needed pictures to start art that college semester and he took me though the fields so I could get some. I asked "You think dad will notice?" talking about his truck as we put up the fence. "Naw, work is distracting him now." Brother told me. We look up and across the road our cattle herd sticks its head up over the fence and jumps the fence into the neighbors wheat field. We had to call dad to help up get them back in the pasture. We didn't get in trouble but he did notice what we had done that afternoon.

This is a cool picture of my hubby's equipment. I am going to have to ask what you call it again. I think it is so neat looking. My hubby calls me crazy but says it works well when pulled behind the tractor to break up the ground.  This is it the next painting.

Have a good week and God Bless.