July 2009 Wheat Harvest on a Colorado Farm
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A Peek at Wheat Harvest
Wheat has always been a crop on this farm, which was homesteaded by my Great-Grandpa near the turn of the century. He was an innovative man, always ready to experiment with new ideas and equipment, so I can tell few stories about his use of horses. He was, in fact, one of the first men in this area to acquire a gas tractor (an Avery, perhaps?), which he had shipped in by train to the nearest town, 12 miles away.
I don't know exactly what wheat harvest was like for him. Though there never was a threshing floor built on this farm, and flails were never used to beat the wheat from out of the heads, I know the task was not easy. I am sure that by the time he handed the farm over to his son, it seemed farming had come a long way. And it had.
Now, it seems sometimes that the progress has stalled. My Dad is using equipment which is the same era as Grandpa's. The tractor and combine are both 1971 models, and though small by today's standards, they continue to do their jobs well.
Wheat harvest usually only lasts about three days. Dad harvested 100 acres of wheat this year. This is not much, by Western United States standards, but is as much as the land will accommodate and stay healthy, leaving room for proper crop rotation, and resting of the ground.
The yield per acre this year was very good. The wheat was grown organically, in a type of ground called blow sand, where 20 bushels to the acre is the norm. Blow sand is very dry and loose, which makes it difficult to build up a good topsoil, and forces the plants to push their roots deep if they want to live and find water. But this year we averaged 38 bushels to the acre!
Dad chose not to haul the wheat to the farmer's cooperative elevator in town, yet...he's waiting for a better price on wheat. I've no doubt he'll get it, too, and ride the wave of price adjustments with skill.
This is something most farmers must be good at, or their farms perish.
I'll show you now how harvest is done on Dad's farm.
In the Field
The Combine
On the Combine
Unloading Combine and Truck, Loading Bin
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Fen Lander, you're very welcome. I suppose it seems strange to you that I should want to live here. I always have.
Don't get me wrong - I would love to visit your country, and a lot of other places - but no place I've been provides me the same "fix" this big sky does. You can only know what I'm talking about if you've been out at 11:00 on a clear night, with a level horizon all 'round, and not enough light pollution to count. You stare up at the constellations, and it's like falling into nothingness, forever - like one of those crazy nightmares we all have, but there's no nightmarish feeling.
When I was 12, I began praying for God to let me stay in this area, because I didn't think I'd be happy anywhere else. When I neared the end of highschool, I thought surely I'd asked too much - who would I marry, and how would I make a living, and what was there really worth staying for, anyway? - but when I was 19, after I'd been a few places and done a few things, I married a man who'd grown up in a nearby town, and we're raising our children here.
I've reached a point where I'm willing to consider going elsewhere, for a good reason. I have some places in mind (only one of them is in the U.S.), but I'm willing to keep quiet about it, pretending I'm not a person of strong opinions, and see what God has in mind. If he takes us from the area, I know it will be a wonderful adventure.
Oh do I miss harvest! This brought tears to my eyes, as living so far away I have not been involved with harvest since I got married. I miss the dusty wheat, the rich smell of fresh grain and driving that old six-by. I miss the business of town, when dumping grain at the elevator and the kids with their lemon-aid and pop stands, making a killing off the hot, dusty, tired farm hands.
Thank you for the beautiful pictures. They bring back such fond memories.
Ivorwen, I'm glad I could give you a bit of "home" with this hub. To be honest, I hadn't been part of harvest since high school, at least, and I found out one has to be creative when figuring out how to fit three people in Dad's combine! Even when one of them weighs less than 50 lbs. It is still easy to let harvest glide right by without seeing a glimpse of it, if it happens to occur during the first half of the week when I'm not likely to be out there. I was very glad to have this opportunity to grab.
I hope I have captured not only the process, but in some way, the essence of harvest with this hub.
I suppose I don't miss it in the same way you do, since I never drove the grain trucks into town. You and "Jeffrey" always helped most with that.
very nicely done, I enjoyed the pictures of the harvest,












fen lander says:
4 months ago
Thanks for this. I feel a connection with you, your family and the land you love. I really do. It's amazing to me, living in the lush verdance of the Garden of England (Kent CT5 1PB) how you make that arid desert grow. It's truly heroic. Love XXX