Far away across the field, the tolling of the iron bell…
The scurs still have the Weather Eye performing at astonishing levels. Will the brakes come on or will our warm spell continue? Starting Wednesday, mostly cloudy with a good chance of rain. Highs in the upper 60’s with lows in the mid-50’s. Thursday, sunny with highs in the mid-70’s and lows in the low 50’s. Mostly sunny Friday with highs in the mid-70’s and lows in the low 50’s. Saturday, sunny with highs in the mid-70’s and lows in the low 50’s. Mostly sunny on Sunday with a slight chance of rain. Highs in the mid-70’s with lows in the upper 50’s. Monday, mostly sunny with a modest chance of rain. Highs in the low 80’s with lows in the low 60’s. Partly sunny for Tuesday with a modest chance of rain. Highs in the upper 70’s with lows in the low 60’s. On June 15th we have only about one more minute of daylight to gain before the summer solstice. The normal high for June 15th is 79 and the normal low is 58. The scurs have their eyes on the prize: A hammock to savor these long days while we still have them. Maybe some mosquito repellent to go with it.
Corn and soybeans have been savoring them that’s for sure. Corn that didn’t get hailed on anyway added more leaves and should be V6-V7 at this point. Soybeans too took advantage of the warmth, most of the early planted beans are sporting a fully developed trifoliate and are V2. Rainfall has been coming in smaller, more measured amounts this growing thus far. That may change if Cristobal knocks at our door. Some positive recent developments on the weed control front this past week as MN chose to follow the present label for dicamba tolerant soybeans rather than knuckle under to pressure from the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals. Farmers had product purchased in many cases so it was foolish on the court’s part to attempt to nullify intentions for this cropping season anyway. Politics and agri-chemicals are not good tank mix partners.
At the ranch we slowly but surely are getting more garden planted as time allows. With off-farm work taking up much of the recent weekends it makes it difficult to accomplish much. It’s been a few years since we’ve had cucumbers so we made room for several hills, some in places we typically put flowers. Not to worry. The pollinators will still have Mrs. Cheviot’s planters, cannas and 4 o’clocks. Turns out it was fortunate that I saved 4 o’clock seed from last year. I’d kept the seed from the red colored flowers separate from the mixed colors. Trouble is I forgot which batch was which. Guess we’ll figure that out when they start to bloom. I shared some of that seed in exchange for some Tendergreen string bean seed, an heirloom variety from Betsy’s Dad. Since he’s no longer raising peaches he has more time to save bean seed.
We finally got the ewes and lambs all weaned off. In the process I took a ewe’s hard head to my left thigh. It hurt like crazy but only made me more determined that ewe was going in the alley whether she wanted to or not. Later, along about mid-afternoon upon climbing in and out of the pickup numerous times, I was hobbling around. I was once again a gimp. That evening I applied an ice pack to the affected area to keep the swelling down. The next day it was less painful. By about day four, a multicolored, 4” long bruise began to emerge on my leg. If someone didn’t know better they’d think Mrs. Cheviot had been beating me. Pretty sure she’d like to sometimes.
There’s been a slowdown in bird activity at the ranch, likely due to a lot of them nesting. What was a three ring circus some days with black and orange male orioles keeping the feeders hopping has become an occasional sighting with a lot of song. It’s been fun though to hear the orioles, cardinals, robins, common yellowthroats and wrens in a song competition on a daily basis. The wrens in particular are up to their usual tricks. I wondered why there was frequently one singing on the porch railing making it sound like it was in the living room. I was scrounging around in front of the house doing some weeding and happened to open the gas grill. Sure enough they’d commandeered it and built a nest consisting of hundreds of little twigs. That’s OK. They can use it for the time being. I’m more of a charcoal guy anyway.
Last week’s hail storm brought back memories along with some coincidences. The first storm I remember as a kid meant the fiber board siding on the house getting pounded with the telltale pock marks left behind. Dad was not amused between trying to get insurance, the lumberyard and the manufacturer to stand behind it. Another storm that stands out hit a sunflower field when I lived in North Dakota. We’d recommended treating it for cutworm not long before a hail storm mowed the sunflowers off. Sure solved the cutworm problem. The most memorable hail storms though were in 1977 when my folks were on a trip to Africa. I’d been left in charge at the farm and up until that point, had no real experience dealing with hail on crops.
The first storm must’ve occurred in early to mid-July. The corn was about waist high and the oats were headed out. It stripped the corn up pretty good and shelled a few of the oats out of the heads. Essentially it didn’t do that much damage but it had me worried. Things had been going way too smoothly up until that point. First cutting hay was put up and we were on second cutting. Corn and soybeans were all cultivated with the two row cultivator, twice. Dad had put hail coverage on the corn but not on the oats. It was a relief when the hail adjuster looked at the corn and said while it looked bad, it wasn’t hurt much. A kind older farmer neighbor looked at the oats with me and he too reassured me the damage was minimal. He also helped me decide when I should start combining.
I breathed a sigh of relief and got back to business. My brother & sister helped on second cutting hay and I readied the left-handed Ford Dearborn combine. The Co-Op E3 and its live PTO paired with it made a nice unit for combining oats straight. I shelled some oats out of the heads in my hand as I’d seen Dad do then chewed the groats. It was go time. I had most of the 20 acre patch combined by the time Mom and Dad returned home. When that was done, there was straw to bale.
We were almost finished with that when a vicious wind and hail storm tore through the area. It blew most of the remaining windrows of straw into the corn field. Another problem solved! The wind also drove the jagged hail stones into the corn stalks and smashed most of the windows out of the west side of the house. As one looked to the east, the steeple from St. John’s Lutheran in Wykoff was gone. It was seven miles from our place and not unlike the Le Sueur River Lutheran steeple, it was a landmark that had been a part of the landscape for many moons. They rebuilt it and it remains to this day.
http://stjohns-wykoff.org/ See you next week…real good then.