Down on t' Farm

From the end of last month:



The same field photographed yesterday, new crop growing already:

Time for a Breather

Farmers are working long hours to bring in the present harvest and then prepare the ground for the next crop. This tractor driver looked as though he was taking a well earned break:



I see that tractors still have CB aerials. Years ago I used to listen to them putting the world to rights. At least it relieves the loneliness and possible boredom of what must be a monotonous task.



That is quite some plough:



Nice to see the stubble ploughed in to rot down in the soil. Hard to remember the days when it was burned off and the village would be covered in sooty pieces when the wind blew in our direction. I must admit it was quite an amazing sight at night looking across to the higher ground and seeing many fields on fire. I'll never forget one terrifying time when I suddenly found myself driving through the choking smoke from a field fire and couldn't see the end of the car bonnet let alone the road or any possible obstructions.

Walkabout

When we go for our afternoon perambulation Bobby and I usually cut through the back of the churchyard. More often than not there are some chickens from the nearby smallholdings diving for cover. The other day there were two which had made themselves a comfortable hollow under one of the small trees. They were not going to move unless they really had to.



One day I tied Bobby outside the church while I went in to see if it was possible to photograph the stained glass windows. For these I took three photos at +1 0 -1 EV and process them as HDR. This window facing East was difficult as there was a green tint to the light which was reflected from trees nearby.



This small one is in the porch and again is so close to vegetation that it receives very little direct light.



It is not very often these days that farm machinery is left out in the open as quite a few tractors have been stolen in the county.



There is very little Autumn colour at the moment as the plants are changing colour at different times but I did spot this on the way home.



On damp nights it is as well to take a torch when I let Bobby out for his last look round as I never know what may end up underfoot.



 I wonder how many different types of slug there are.