That was funny 'cause Pam and I and one of the neighbor families happened to be sitting around the fire ring when he came up for his first pass. It was a sight worthy of an old time, wild west sideshow-- cutter bars whirling, headlights aglow, spewing chaff everywhere in a big rolling, clanking, pulsing cloud of dust. Bailey, our dog, knowing her role of protectoress of the homefront, lit out after this big dragon, barking and demanding to know what made it think it could come around her territory acting like that. We all had a good laugh, especially when she did her business there, started wagging her tail and strutted back to the fire with that "Look you guys, I guess I showed him who is boss around here" look in her eyes. It would stay on it's side of the fence if it knew what was good for it.
Today, in the daylight, she wasn't interested in it at all. She had fought that fight and won. She did, however, give its partner in crime (the tractor with the straw rake) a piece of her mind when it came raking up the straw into rows for bailing.We all had fun watching her guard her territory. But I couldn't help thinking of our son, Doug, knowing how he would suffer if her were here. He has a terrible time with allergies and while he might have enjoyed the laugh too, he certainly would have been paying for it.
I wonder where this wheat will end up -- in a bakery, in a gas tank, in some foreign country ...
"The true harvest of my life is intangible -- a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched." (Thoreau)
Hooah
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