David's Farm Blog

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Top Gear go bush


I read these in the UK Farmers Weekly.

You know you’re a farmer when;
Your front carpet is muddier than your drive.
You have animals living in buildings more expensive than your house.
You can remember the fertiliser rate, seeding rate,and yields on your farm you had ten years ago, but cannot recall your wifes birthday.
Your fridge does not only contain food.
Your “best” suit only leaves the wardrobe for weddings and funerals.
Over 50% of your clothing comes from chemical or seed dealers.
Your dog rides in the truck more than your wife.
You take an instant dislike to anyone walking into your farmyard wearing a suit.
Weddings and other special events are planned around seeding,spraying and harvesting.
You get excited about that city break he’s organised– only to find there is a big agricultural show on near the hotel.
An afternoon off means getting up four hours earlier.
You talk to every cow you see , even if it’s not your own.
Calves are allways born just after you you’ve got dressed up to go out.
Your daughters don’t bring new boyfriends home for fear of your dad asking them if they can drive a tractor.
Your wifes hands are like sandpaper.
The words “soap and towel” don’t conjure up images of a relaxing bath.
Herd books double as tablemats at meal times.
Your birthday is allways forgotten, but births and deaths of stock are allways remembered.
Friends buy a house with a two acre garden and you calculate how many bushels of corn it would grow.
You find nuts and bolts in the bottom of your handbag instead of loose change.
Other people at the school gate think you are a single parent.
Thats just a few, Why not add one of your own.

Wow – All I can say is Wow.  Red or Green ?  Who gives a hoot.
Check this amazing train with over 100 combines….

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Another view   & John Deere Cotton pickers


I have had some disturbing comments about being a Case nut. Its simply not true, though every one knows red ones go faster. So this one's for all the Johnny fans - sing along and enjoy. [kml_flashembed movie="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBfCSa-AHoA" width="425" height="350" wmode="transparent" /]
More of Here comes a tractor


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US Case IH feature – A day on the Wheat Harvest 2388(10min)

US CaseIH 8010 feature Iowa corn & bean harvest (10min)

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Looking to expand your Country music collection, checkout some of these all time favorites?

Get Your Tongue Outta My Mouth ‘Cause I’m Kissing You Goodbye

(Pardon Me) I’ve Got Someone To Kill

I Got In At 2 With A 10 And Woke Up At 10 With A 2

If The Jukebox Took Teardrops I’d Cry All Night Long

I Don’t Know Whether To Come Home Or Go Crazy

Her Body Couldn’t Keep You Off My Mind

Her Cheatin’ Heart Made A Drunken Fool Out Of Me

Out Of My Head And Back In My Bed

You’re A Cross I Can’t Bear

It Don’t Feel Like Sinnin’ To Me

I’m Gettin’ Gray From Being Blue

I Keep Forgettin’ I Forgot About You

You Hurt The Love Right Out Of Me

Mama Get The Hammer (There’s A Fly On Papa’s Head)

Heaven’s Just A Sin Away

She Made Toothpicks Out Of The Timber Of My Heart

Get Your Biscuits In The Oven And Your Buns In The Bed

You’re The Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly

Guess My Eyes Were Bigger Than My Heart

If Fingerprints Showed Up On Skin, Wonder Whose I’d Find On You

I Don’t Know Whether To Kill Myself Or Go Bowling

If Whiskey Were A Woman I’d Be Married For Sure

It Ain’t Love But It Ain’t Bad

I’ve Been Flushed From The Bathroom Of Your Heart

She Feels Like A New Man Tonight

I May Be Used (But Baby I Ain’t Used Up)

I’m The Only Hell Mama Ever Raised

If Drinkin’ Don’t Kill Me Her Memory Will

Velcro Arms, Teflon Heart

If You Can’t Feel It (It Ain’t There)

Touch Me With More Than Your Hands

I’ve Got The Hungries For Your Love And I’m Waiting In Your Welfare Line

The Last Word In Lonesome Is “Me”

Do You Love As Good As You Look

I’ll Marry You Tomorrow But Let’s Honeymoon Tonite

When We Get Back To the Farm (That’s When We Really Go To Town)

My Shoes Keep Walkin’ Back to You

You Stuck My Heart In a Old Tin Can and Shot It Off a Log

And There Was Grandma, Swingin’ on the Outhouse Door, Without a Shirt On

How Can I Miss You When You Won’t Go Away?

He’s Been Drunk Since His Wife’s Gone Punk!

Why Do You Believe Me When I Tell You that I Love You When You Know I’ve Been a Liar All My Life?

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A short man walks in to the bar and begins to tell the bartender his story:

Well, he theths, I wath driving down thith country road, when I thaw a thine that thaid “horth for thale”. I jutht happened to be looking to buy a thorth, tho I turned up the driveway to thee about it.

The farmer wath quite nithe about thowing me the horth, but I made it clear to him that it had to be a healthy horth, not jutht any old thag back. The farmer thaid to me it wath a three year old mare. When we got to the horth, I athked the farmer to pick me up to thee the hortheth eyth, becauth I wath too thort. The farmer reluctantly picked me up to thee. I checked the hortheth eyth, and they theemed great, and the farmer put me down.

Nexthd, I athked the farmer to pick me up to thee the hortheth teeth. He wath even more reluctant thith time, but he did it. I grabbed the hortheth lipth, lifted them, and tapped on the teeth to be thure they we tholid. They were, and the farmer put me down.

We thtepped back thowards the hortheth hind quarter, looking towardth hith head, when I athked the farmer to thee the hortheth twat. The farmer grabbed me, picked me up, and thtuck me in the hortheth bum. Then he pulled me out and thtood me up, right at the back thide of the horth.

Well, I wath in thock. I wath covered in poo, and some got in my mouth. As I thpit it out, I thaid to the farmer, “Let me rephrathe that. Can I thee her gallop thlowly?”