I have once again had a very busy week. I've been spending all my extra time out in a wheat field, taking pictures and riding on the combine with Colby.
I won't deny it. I've been having a great time. At sunset, I'm always amazed be the beauty around me. I get to see this every single day. How lucky am I?
I've learned more about farming in the last seven months then I had in the last twenty years of living in the country. It's crazy what happens between the time wheat is planted and the time it is made into bread. Crazy.
The combine goes along the ground, sucking and cutting the stalks. Once inside the head is separated from the stalk. The good stuff goes into the combine and the rest is kick out on the ground. You can then gather all the straw up and bail it.
It's pretty much like a giant, complicated lawn mower. That used a lot of gas and cuts really fast.
Things can get pretty complicated with three combines going at the same time. They have to dump off the wheat before they make an entire trip around the circles. A grain cart, pulled by a tractor, is driven around to unload the combines.
When the grain cart is full, it drives over and dumps the grain onto a semi-truck where it is driven to town.