I’ve been walking the field paths each day to exercise me and the dogs. Our view is gradually changing as fall comes our way.
Remember all the silage that went into the bunker a week or so ago…it was made by cutting this corn down and chopping it.
While we walk, every once in a while a find a little gold….corn.
The first time I saw it I didn’t pay any attention to it…then the next day I was out walking and I decided to pick the corn up. I could feed it to the chickens….and so I have. Free food for the chickens always makes me smile.
Each day I grab two pails and walk the field until the bucks and full. Then I finish my walk. Gracie loves walks without leashes.
Our farm dog Pepper likes to come too. She is great at finding corn for me.
Once my walk is about done I am back to the pails and have to carry them all the way home.
I do silly little lifts and curls with the buckets…they get heavy after a bit. Then it’s time to cross the creek. It isn’t big or deep…actually very shallow and a little too wide.
I tried to cross at a new spot thinking it looked a little more promising….NOT!!
My shoes where COVERED and the mud even soaked into my socks! Well I won’t be crossing there tomorrow.
I carried the pails up to the chicken house and added the corn to yesterday’s collection.
I love this walk. It’s refreshing and rewarding gathering food for the animals.
For those of you who will ask, the farmer take the chopper across the field. The chopper cuts the corn off and occasionally ears of corn get past the machine and fall to the ground. It is not efficient for a farmer to go back and pick up those ears of corn. Technically in the business world it isn’t efficient for me to pick up the corn but I thankfully don’t live in the business world. I live in my world and in my world…it’s good not to waste. It’s good to appreciate the bounty no matter how it comes.