Starting Harvest

It is *officially* harvest!

We started cutting winter wheat on Monday afternoon. That morning, I helped Jeff quite a bit with all the very-last-minute preparations. We cleaned out a grain bin and swept out a truck. I washed all the windows on the combine, even the ones inside the hopper. 

This is what the inside of a grain truck looks like. 

 The sky was a bit broody on Monday, but no storms that night. This year, we grew winter wheat, yellow peas, spring wheat, and barley. After we finish cutting the winter wheat, we'll probably move on to barley, and then finish on spring wheat. We're actually not cutting our peas at all this year, but that's a topic for a separate post.

Each morning, to start the day, the combine is serviced and gassed-up, and the windows are washed. This is just to hopefully maintain smooth operating with this beast of a machine. Daily greasing and cleaning keeps it running as efficiently as possible.

Jeff gets into one of the hard-to-reach places on the combine with a grease gun, while Harvey looks on.

 Also, just because it's harvest doesn't mean that other farm work can be completely neglected. Jeff has been getting up very early every morning to spray while the wind is down. Then, he'll spend a full day on the combine or driving truck. He had been spraying our peas (again, it's a long story for another post, perhaps), and then this morning began spraying the fallow fields. I could probably do an entire post just about spraying-- why we do it, pros and cons, etc. So, that's another one that could be coming down the pike sometime, folks! But this post is about harvest kicking off, so let's continue with that!

I took a break from cleaning the windows and mirrors for a photo op. 

 Harvest is easily the busiest time of year for us. Remember that we spend an entire year planning and working just for this season, to harvest our grain. A significant portion of our income is based solely on how the crop does. I always like to make the analogy that harvest for us is like tax season for an accountant, or like Black Friday in retail. This is when you hope to make it into the black, so to speak.

I'll be doing several more posts as harvest continues on about how it's going, so stay tuned for that. I also want to give a big shout out to my friend Christy. She lives and works on a big beef ranch and dryland farm, similar to our operation only they're bigger on cows and less on crops while we're heavier on crops and less on cows. Christy is a very active member of Team Beef Montana and has a great running blog with many, many followers. We met in person at the Montana Farmer's Union Women's Conference last spring and she stood up during a goal-making session and said she'd like to spend more time on her running blog educating her readers about her farming and ranching lifestyle. She is definitely making her goal a reality! She has a really fantastic post today about her family's wheat harvest, which is also underway, and I highly recommend you check it out: You Like to Eat, Right? Learn A Bit About Your Food!

Golden winter wheat under that big Montana sky!

Happy harvesting, everyone!
If you are a farmer, how does harvest typically go for you?
If you're not a farmer, what would you say is your busiest, most important time of the year?

"Heading" Towards Harvest

Summer is happening and harvest is just around the corner!  Right now, the finishing touches of harvest prep are happening. Machinery tune-ups, grain bin clean-outs, and some cow chores all have to be done before the combine can roll down some acres.

Large implements are not like your standard car: they are much bigger and they have WAAAAAAY more moving parts. Each and every part on a machine can break or cause problems. It seems like there's always something that needs to be tweaked or tightened. But, when you think about it in the context of just how many pieces there are that could break, well, I'm surprised there aren't MORE breakdowns!

The guys have been busy tuning up the combine. Today, they're making finishing touches on the header. I find the mechanical workings of these large, beastly machines to be fascinating. It's like a strange magic that I only vaguely comprehend.


Here's another view of the combine header, showing the problem area...

 They had to take that large belt apart so they could get to the part that needed replacing. They're finishing up on the header right now, then they'll tow it down the road to where they've been working on the combine at Tom and Carol's house. Attach the header to the combine and we should be about set. We'll be "heading" toward harvest! (ha!)

To me, mechanical work on farm implements is a very precise skill. It's something I don't quite understand. I mean, I could follow directions if someone guided me through a simple mechanical fix, but no way could I do this all on my own. These guys have a lifetime of "coursework" on the job, learning how to speak the language of machines. I am pretty good at standing around and watching, though. And offering useful tips, such as, "Don't get impaled by those sharp pointy things!"

And speaking of safety, I find the warning stickers on farm machines to be morbidly comical:

So... if you wind your body around this rod, you could die. Do they think I'm Stretch Armstrong?! What they really need is stickers that simply say, "Don't Touch Anything While Machine is Running!"  I think that would cover it. But wildly entangled stick figures are pretty entertaining, in my opinion.

Anyway. After an early thaw this spring, the winter wheat came up early. Then, it grew some before it used up the ground moisture and it stopped raining. Then it got zapped by some really hot, dry, windy weather. Then it got hailed on. All this is to say that harvest is here sooner than normal, the growing season was early and shorter, and the yields are not looking stupendous. Nevertheless, it's still bound to be an exciting time of year. Harvest always is. Plus, sometimes you can be surprised by crops you had written off. Maybe our expectations will be exceeded! Never underestimate the ability of a plant to grow.

Let's get the show on the road! Or, in the field, rather! Happy harvest, everyone!

Just Like Riding A Bike, or, How I Learned To Drive a Combine

If there's just one personality trait that comes in handy during harvest on the farm, it's an ability to go with the flow. Plans change very quickly. 

Sunday morning I woke up thinking I would help Jeff sweep out a grain bin, maybe accompany him on a trip to the elevator, then come home and do laundry and cleaning around the house, and some canning.  I would make dinner at home and bring it out to the field that evening.

What actually happened on Sunday was quite different.

The day started out as expected. We rose early and swept out a big bin and installed the aeration tubing. Now it was ready to go for wheat storage.  We hopped in the semi and started taking off down the road when suddenly the truck stalled out, fully loaded with wheat, and we were broke down. These things happen, and always during the busiest time of the year!

Jeff, Tom, and I spent the rest of the morning getting the truck unloaded and back to the yard so it could be worked on.  Luckily, we had only gone about a mile from our house. If we had to be broke-down, better to be on our lonely, seldom-travelled dirt road where we were in nobody's way than in the middle of Highway 2 where we would have most certainly been a hazard.

At lunch time, the three of us were sitting around the table, Jeff and Tom discussing how the afternoon might go, me quietly eating my lunch.  With Tom now slated to go on a parts run to Havre, that left Jeff and I here with a very nice winter wheat crop up in the field just asking to be cut.  As I sat there, Jeff said, "Katie could run the combine and I could drive truck..." Tom said, "Yes, she could. That could work." Then they both turned and looked at me, expectantly awaiting my response.  I said, "I could learn if it would help us stay productive today." As if I would say no.  What I was thinking was,"You really think I could operate that thing on my own!? You both must be crazy!"

A short while later, I found myself face to face with the beast. 

I have been in combines many times, riding along. In fact, I'm quite comfortable in the buddy seat. I have actually driven one or two rounds at various times over the past two harvests I have been here, Jeff by my side dictating my every motion, but I confess I didn't take learning seriously any of those times because there was never an impending need for me to drive solo.  I was more or less about to be starting from scratch. Learning on the fly in our new machine that had been having some header-issues, cutting what looked to be a very nice crop of winter wheat felt more than a little over my head. There just seemed like so many ways I could do something horribly wrong.

As I walked up the ladder into the cab with Jeff, I told myself that if Jeff and Tom trust me and think I can do it, I'll be fine.  Just focus and listen to Jeff while he explains everything. It's really no big deal.  I am capable.

The first round, Jeff drove and I sat in the buddy seat and he explained everything he could think of, very patiently.  The second round, I drove and Jeff helped me through flipping the different switches and buttons at the right times. I felt a little overwhelmed, but I was taking it all in nevertheless. The passes I cut were very wobbly and uneven compared to Jeff's perfectly straight lines of cut wheat.  This, of course, made me feel very self-conscious.  Jeff said, "Don't feel bad. I have been doing this since I was ten." The only thing I could think of I had done since I was ten was using a sewing machine. Jeff read my mind and followed up with, "You couldn't sit me down in front of a sewing machine and expect me to sew in a straight line, either."  Once I got past the entertaining notion of Jeff sewing, I admitted he had a point.  "Besides," Jeff said, "Leaving a few patches of wheat here and there give the wildlife something to munch on. Antelope gotta eat, too." Fair enough, I suppose. But later when I asked him again about my wobbly lines and the small patches of wheat still standing he said, "Oh don't worry about those-- those are just your wages," with a smirky half-smile.  Ha ha.

When Jeff verbally ran through all the different sequences of button-pushing and lever-shifting with me again, one last time, and turned me loose on my own, I had a momentary panic attack.  That whooshed-out feeling in your stomach when you ride a roller-coaster or cruise just a little too fast on a hilly road.  I watched him jaunt down the ladder and skip over to the now-full truck and head back to the yard. But then, there was no time left to feel nervous. I just had to do it. I had to run the combine and cut wheat and there was no stopping now. 

I turned the machine toward the field and started the next pass, remembering everything Jeff had said.  Through my mind I instantly recalled that feeling of learning how to ride a bike- the first time Dad let go of the handlebars.  Fear, trepidation, apprehension, sense of impending danger gave way to feelings of confidence, freedom, accomplishment and smiles.  I can do this.  Funny what the mind recalls sometimes, but the sensations were definitely the same.

Jeff made it back with the truck in time to climb back in the combine with me and talk me through unloading, which was definitely the most challenging aspect of the job for me.  I don't know whether he was timing it out on purpose or not, but each time he got back just a little later so I would have to do just a little more on my own in the process of unloading.  My very last unload I did completely by myself. 

To many of my seasoned farming readers, it may seem not like a big deal to learn how to drive a combine.  Just like riding a bike, right? But to me, growing up in town a thousand miles away, thinking in college I was destined for a fashion career in New York City, this was a big task.  It feels great to have helped out when needed and to learn something that had been so intimidating to me.

Five or six hours after climbing up the ladder to the cab of the combine, wide-eyed and nervous, Tom had made it out to the field. He had come back from Havre and, with Stan's help, fixed the semi, and was here to relieve me and Jeff.  We all joked that there were going to be quite a few fat antelope in this north field of Horr Hill, north of Goldstone, but we were all smiles.  Driving back to the house with Jeff, I felt pretty content. 

To read about some previous years harvest experiences, check out these older posts:
Harvest 2012 -- A good overview of last year's harvest.
Memories Past and Present -- One of my earliest blog posts, and one of the most popular posts I've written.