return to a land rubbing winter’s sleep from it’s eye’s usually signifies the return of Spring. That
line sounds like I’ve been taking night-classes for creative writing but truthfully the Robins have returned to
our farm. We recently quit feeding our little Red Polls due to reports of salmonella in certain bird feeders.
It was time for them to leave anyway to make room for our new resident, an Eagle. I was driving to our hometown
of Viking, Minnesota the other day and noticed a Bald Eagle perched in our tallest tree along the river. I must say
it really got my hair growin’, what an inspirational sight.
Do you have any good projects planned for your
place in Carrington? I know we share a love for projects which we can grumble about and this has been a good year for
actually finishing a few of my projects. Usually I make such a show of how hard I’m working on these little jobs
that I think it’s harder on my wife, Lisa than it is on me. This year will be remembered as a Spring in which
I accomplished much with very little detriment to the civilian (Lisa, cats, dog) populace. I just put the finishing
touches on my tractor video system. I installed a rear-view video camera on my tractor that feeds a drop-down video
screen inside the cab. I also mounted a wireless camera on a broken pitchfork so I can stab the unit into the
last bale on my wagon. Turning left with a bale wagon was a hard task on the very busy St Hilaire cut-across last summer
and this little invention should help. I always say it takes one hundred ideas to create ten good ideas and only
one of those will be practical. I guess I finally got my one.
You know, I have always called you whenever I
plan to buy equipment because you are so knowledgeable about machinery. This is one of the many reasons I look
up to you. This week, one of my friends actually asked me for advice about buying a small tractor. I’ve
finally arrived, I am a tractor mentor. I found my friend a tractor although it was a little over-priced. The
tractor was listed for almost the same as I paid for mine which has three times the horsepower. It was then I reminded
myself of the “small tractor factor.” The small tractor factor basically says that small boys want
big tractors and grown men like small tractors. Driving a small tractor is the closest a man can get to being
the boy who wanted the big tractor and making those fantasies come true. That’s why small tractors can be so expensive,
at least that’s my opinion as an unofficial sociologist and certified tractor mentor.
This afternoon is picture
day for the heifers I plan to sell so I guess I better get them into make-up and wardrobe pretty soon. Give all who
bear the name “Nelson” my best.
Your little bro’