Modern Equipment

Not much has changed lately with the feeding of the cattle. Sheer routine has increased the pace we are able to do it. If the cattle would just decide to come in to feed we would have it made. Since they are slow to come in, I make the assumption that they are getting plenty to eat.<br />n<!–more–><br />nGetting them plenty to eat has been a little harder the past couple of days though. As I have discussed, all we are feeding the cows at this time is cake. Well I knew the cake spreader was getting bad but I was hoping it would hold out this year and I would get it fixed during the summer. Well no such luck. It died on me Sunday morning and left me in a lurch. The spreader I am using is an old fertilizer spreader that is so rusted out no bolts turn and it makes it hard to work so I took it in yesterday to a machine shop to get it fixed.<br />n<br />nSo what am I using now you might ask? The cake spreader that my Great-Grandpa used when he was on the place. It took a little work to get it going but it is working like a champ. The only problem with it is that it doesn't haul as much cake as I would like, which is why I quit using it in the first place. I do have to laugh about it though. The antique equipment from the 1920's is working fine while my modern equipment from the 1970's is broke down. Isn't that just par for the course.<br />n<br />n<b>Among the virtues and vices that make up the British character, we have one vice, at least, that Americans ought to view with sympathy. For they appear to be the only people who share it with us. I mean our worship of the antique. I do not refer to beauty or even historical association. I refer to age, to a quantity of years. William Golding (b. 1911) </b>