Chop Chop

Here on the farm 'bout this time of the year we have a very serious season. It's called choppin - Now you can chop 'bout anything. Alfalfa, corn, and..well that is all I know. I am still new to this farm wife stuff. But here is my version of choppin.

First the signs go up. Showing that supertrucking is happening. Beware of trucks coming and going.
Then you see it..corn. Glorious corn, dried and ready.

Then the rumble and smoke. A tractor and a driver and the earth. What more do you need. The tractor drives the chopper which then throws it in the wagon in very small particles.

The wagon then dumps it into the trucks.

Next is a very important part of the chopping season and I played a role in it. I feel invigorated, I feel empowered, I feel important. I feel like a genuine farm wife. I made lunch for the crew.

Which in turns give the truckers the juice that they need to keep going. They love me for this.

And in turn for me making lunch, I get to take pictures of my farmer and the little fluff fluff and he has to smile because I made lunch and he owes me for this.

The truck then dumps it into the bagger to be stored until future need.

These are rows and rows of good homegrown food. They get used throughout the year and will be replenished next year.

The tractor then pulls the feed from the bags and puts it into the feed wagon.

Which then gets feed to these fella's (when they get bigger) and others.

And that completes the circle of chopping. I am glad to be your guide for this excursion. It is been a thrill ride, I know. But it makes my hubby happy and that in turn makes me happy. Another circle of life.

XOXO - Sandi