Cold out there

Stop and look.
















From city...

...to farm--it's cold out there.

Hay bales

How many times have I wanted to stop and take pictures of the freshly rolled hay bales?

Well today: I did.
It was sunset. Mist rising from the fields fresh after a storm.
It was a moment not to be missed.

Co op

Co op.
That's two syllables. 'Co' and 'op'.
Don't say "coop", like: the chickens live in the coop, 'cause that's not what I'm talking about.

The co op in my small home town has been around for a long time, important for the farmers in the area.
I couldn't find any concrete historical information of interest, but I did find that estimated annual sales at the coop is $10-20 million.

Gasp.

And that's small town farming? I really have no idea of the value of these things, but that sounds significant to me.

I have driven past these silver silos, poles and pipes a million times. Usually, I don't even look at them.
Sometimes I wonder what all that machinery is doing.
Mostly when I go by, I'm just looking at the odometer to make sure I'm staying below the speed limit.
Because this is a fast paced world.
And I wonder how any of us are going to keep up.

Farm and fields

They're pretty. Even if not very exciting and don't give me much to write about.

Sometimes quiet is good.
Maybe you can hear the growing.

Down on the farm

I'm staying with some friends. They have a number of domesticated birds wandering about: chickens, quail, guinea fowl.

The guinea fowl are odd and noisy birds.
I think they sound like an old, rusty, water pump.

Some new little chickens were born this past weekend.
They are nice and fluffy.

And what farm is complete without the faithful, guard dog watching over it all?