Monday, July 26, 2010

some crappy farming jobs







All8 said...

I remember the "joyful" experiences of flood irrigation. It brings many choice words to mind. And Why is there always that ONE GUY who HAS to STEAL the WATER??? (Okay, there usually is more than one, but you know what I mean.)

My solution,

Move to where it Rains.

Barbie said...

I need to read your post to my hand- line changing men who sometimes complain about twice a day moves and help them remember that our fields were once flood irrigated. As a young girl I once rode my big roan horse squishing through these very fields in the middle of an irrigation turn. The farmer at the time gave me the most complete chewing out that I have ever had the pleasure to have. He was right and I was totally wrong and I immediately repented of my thoughtless ways and haven't returned to them.

Layne said...

Barbie, was it by any chance a strawberry roan? Because now I have an earworm of that song.

Eric said...

Ah, making hay and ungrateful caprine companions. My goats are the same way. We feed them oat hay in the winter, and they just nibble the milk oats and throw the rest onto the floor of the pen and soil it. The same when we feed them Acuba.

Doncha love goats?

Barbie said...

Yup, a strawberry roan..."oh that strawberry roan...." Thanks, it's now embedded in my head!