Although this will be news to my husband, this is Henry (as in Ford). Rick's grandfather purchased this 9N tractor nearly new, and it has been handed down through Rick's dad to him. Don't tell me men aren't sentimental; Rick wouldn't consider selling this thing in spite of its limited usefulness and I'm sure Brian will inherit it someday.
This is Hermie, a little Kubota my folks hauled all the way from Texas for us (yes, with their car). With a diesel engine, four-wheel drive, PTO and a front-end loader, it's like we've just gained a whole crew of hired hands! And the trailer it's sitting on? They are leaving that, too – just in time for hauling hay. Oh, how blessed we are!
Brian got first driving rights, then I got to try it. I am thinking our ability to continue living this rural lifestyle has probably been extended a good 20 years.
Speaking of rural living, Muffy is in the "hen hospital." I have no idea what is wrong with her, but am giving her lots of TLC in hopes of pulling her through it. This morning I set an x-pen up outside the chicken yard (she's too weak to consider flying or hopping out) so she can be near the other hens without getting picked on.
That's it for today from . . .