Yesterday, Davie located a hay wagon, sickle bar and bailer for sale, and before I could say tomatoes, we were off to buy them. After taking a few pictures of the new equipment, I decided to make a post about all of the equipment that we are starting the year with.
The hay rake above is from long long ago. When Dad was still kicking, we attached this rake to the truck, and tried to use it to collect hay. I must say the old timers must have had a lot more patience then us, because it was very time consuming to use. It worked for a day, and the hay that was cut did not go to waste, but this piece of equipment is retired in my book.
Above is a Manure Spreader. When I was a child, and saw one of these in operation, I though the farmer was surely mad. I used to think “Why on earth would you deliberatly cover your beautiful land with manure ?”. I’ve since grown up, and I see things a bit more clearly. In the last few months, I’ve shoveled more manure than I ever thought I would, at least 10 truck loads. With a garden the size of mine, I know that manure spreader will save me half of the work I’m currently doing. You see, I can attach the spreader to the truck, drive it to the manure, shovel it in, and drive home. When I get to my garden, I can flip a lever, and drive the truck. As the wheels turn, the manure will be flung all over the garden. I can’t wait to try it.
Here’s a very old hay wagon, made mostly from wood, with scarce traces of metal in it’s construction. I was hoping to use this while making hay this year, but when Mom saw it, that plan went the way of Betamax. The wagon is an antique, and Mom now has other plans for it.
Here’s the hay bailer we bought. With the snow pilled up high, we had no other place to put this, so here it is in my front yard. I don’t mind a bit.
Finally, there is the 9N Ford tractor that Dad bought long ago. He always wanted to fix it up to use around the farm, but in those days, I couldn’t yet see the value of a tractor; Now that I understand, I’ve begun the process. It’s funny how I remember Dad every time I turn a wrench, or fix things around the farm.