Steve wasn't real happy with me the other day. It was a rare moment in time. I am sure everyone thinks Steve is always happy with me.
I could tell it by the way he was talking to me on the phone. He didn't understand that I was just trying to help to make his day a bit easier.
I took the third spot for tractors drivers hauling haylage from the field to the silo.
Joey and Russell were missing in action. Actually they were volunteering their time selling pop at Corn Days in Sleepy Eye.
As soon as the chopper drove into our yard to fill up with fuel, I climbed on the 2940 and waited for it to leave for the field. It's my favorite John Deere tractor.
When I returned from the field with the very first load, Mitch was nowhere near the silo. In fact, he was out in the field with another wagon. He was supposed to help me unload.
Apparently, Steve forgot to tell him that he needed to help me.
Like my kids always tell me, I chose to "suck it up and be a farm woman."
I hooked the power take off from the wagon to the tractor and even managed to pull up to the blower to fill the silo without hitting another piece of equipment. Hey, that's not bad, considering I wasn't wearing my glasses!
I knew I had to start the tractor connected to the blower and get it going at a certain rpm. I just wasn't sure of what that rpm number should be.
I had to call Steve. So much for being a farm woman.
"How many rpm's to I have to have the tractor running at?" I queried.
"Well, uh usually we run it at 1480 to 1500," he answered. "Make sure you do it slow and turn the "
I quit listening. I was sure he was telling me directions that I already knew.
Being the not-so-patient person that I am, I butt into his directions.
"Yeah, I know all that. I don't have the time. I need to get this load into the silo before I hold the entire operation up. Bye," I said.
I hung up the phone, revved the engine on the blower tractor and started unloading the haylage.
All of a sudden I heard a big bang. OK, it was more like several thuds in a row.
The haylage started piling up on the blower. Obviously the blower wasn't working. For a second, I had absolutely no idea what I had done.
Then it hit me. I had sheered a pin on the blower, but I had no idea of where to look for a sheered pin.
In the Sheered-pin Basket?
I would have to call Steve - again.
But then, I saw Mitch coming in with the second wagon. We replaced the sheer pin and started the tractor and blower.
We sheered the second pin. I had to call Steve.
I chuckled into the phone, "Hee hee. I think I really broke something. Mitch helped me and we sheered two pins; the one on the blower."
"Hee hee. It's not funny," Steve grumbled.
I looked at Mitch and mouthed, "He's not happy."
As it turned out, I had also plugged the silo pipe, once we figured that out, Mitch and I started unloading the wagon.
When Steve showed up, after he had finished raking the hay, he was still unhappy.
Even my beautiful smile couldn't get him to show me his pearly whites.
I stayed quiet.
The good news is, after Mitch and I unplugged the pipe, filling the silo went flawlessly until the third from the last wagon full of haylage.
Then Steve was busy gabbing, which is really good at, and he plugged the entire silo pipe all 60 feet of it; compared with the 24 inches I plugged!
I just stood back, smiled and chuckled a little "Hee. Hee."
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