On an early spring visit to the farm, the skies darkened, and three big fat drops of rain fell. A storm was brewing. He had a realization that he should have tied down the tarp, but for now, he could only sit and watch.
A sudden wind came up....the tarp that was covering the tractor and the brush-hog was lifted straight up, shifted to the right 25 feet in the air, and then "walked" across the field (like an extinct tarpodactyle) with it's steel legs wobbling, eventually taking 2 barrel rolls tumbling over and over. A final gust of wind carried the structure and slammed it into the trees on the edge of the woods.
We watched in amazement, wishing the event had been preserved.
I feared i was on my way to Oz. Shortly afterward, the wind died and the sun came out. skies turned a purple gray, contrasting with the chartreuse green of the trees.
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Second from top is amazing. The cow. Reminds me of when I took Kent camping on the Elkhorn Ck behind Mortgage Acres and when we woke up they were standing around our tent in a big circle.
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