#baling tractor

[rmspeltzfarm]

Discing the fields

[rootin-n-bootin]

Do y’all have petty work pranks?

Well so do ranchers.

Round bales are moved vía stabbing the flat side with big forks and lifted by a big tractor.

Becomes awfully inconvenient when two are stacked directly between a pole and a wall. Mysteriously, the net holding the outside of the round bale isn’t ripped either. Just the front has been stabbed through.

[pillsopa]

me when I’m insane and I realize that the types of wheels that came out of Ronan’s wheels dream are individually symbolic of his relationship with Adam . #Lol

[mikeorazzi]

John Deere 4040 Baling Hay Winchester Connecticut #johndeere #tractor #hay

[freshfrenchangel]

You need to reconnect with nourishing soil of the mankind and then feel the flow of your origin inside of you.

New post on my Flickr(credits).

[it--is--kate]

[teddy-bear-naps-and-random-snaps]

[gar-a-ash]

Using that farmer resourcefulness and when the tractor stops working just hook up the nearest pickup to rake the field

[baler-machine]

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[rmspeltzfarm]

ROund Baling today

Round Baling today

[solarmorrigan]

It's Lovely Weather for a Hayride Together with You

For the @steddie-spooktober day 17 prompt: Hayride Rated: G | Words: 690 | CW: None | Tags: established relationship, Steve Harrington has bad parents, Eddie Munson is a sweetheart, experiencing vicarious childlike wonder Divider credit: @saradika

Everywhere Steve looks, there’s something to do. Pick-your-own-pumpkins in one direction, corn maze in another, pop-up carnival games with cheap stuffed prizes tucked in here and there, and everywhere little stalls selling pie, popcorn, candied pecans, cookies, cider, roast pumpkin seeds – the list goes on.

But the thing that keeps catching Steve’s eye is the hayride.

It’s mostly for kids, he knows. He and Eddie had come to the pumpkin patch to check out the haunted corn maze, maybe pick a few pumpkins to carve, and almost definitely gorge on snacks; they hadn’t come to sit in a straw-filled trailer hitched to a tractor pulling them at approximately 0.5 miles per hour. And yet–

Steve can’t help but remember second grade, when his class had taken a trip out to one of the local pumpkin patches. It had been a lot smaller than this one, but they’d still boasted a hayride which all the kids had clamored to get on. It had seemed to Steve at the time like the most exciting part of the day, feeling the breeze on his face and the coarse straw beneath his hands, waving at the people who were wading through the pumpkins as they drove by; he’d been enchanted.

He'd told his mom all about it when he’d come home from school that day, and she’d indulged his excited, childish chatter, but had closed off when Steve had asked if they could go back: the three of them, together.

She’d given him a faint, noncommittal answer and changed the subject. Messy things like pumpkin patches and hayrides weren’t really her thing, and Steve’s dad – well, he didn’t have time for silly things like that (things like Steve).

Now, as much as Steve feels the pull of that excited seven-year-old, still buried somewhere inside him, he dismisses it. Hayrides are for little kids.

Except Eddie, who seems to know what Steve wants sometimes before even Steve himself does, follows Steve’s wandering gaze, and asks, “Do you want to go?”

Steve immediately withdraws, shaking his head. “No, I’m good,” he says quickly, turning instead towards the corn maze.

“Well, I do,” Eddie declares, grabbing Steve by the arm and tugging him back towards the ride. “C’mon.”

They must make quite a pair—two grown men, Steve in his sweater and his still-new glasses, and Eddie with his rock-and-roll ready hair and leather jacket, standing in line with a handful of waist-high kids and their parents—but no one comments. They all pile into the trailer when it comes back around, claiming seats wherever they can find them on top of the bales of hay, and the tractor takes off again.

It's crowded enough that Eddie and Steve can justify sitting close, pressed together from hip to knee, all in the name of giving other people some room. Eddie’s thigh against Steve’s own is a warm counterpoint to the cool breeze as they sail past the pumpkin patch and the mostly harvested fields of corn.

It really isn’t as exciting as Steve remembers it being, but he can tell that for the kids sitting around them, maybe experiencing the ride for the first time, it’s magic. They tug on the sleeves of their parents’ jackets and point at things in the distance, and their parents pretend to marvel. One kid is busily spouting every fact he knows about tractors while his mother listens and nods along. They all wave at the people in the fields as they go by, and the people wave back.

It's not what Steve remembers, but it’s good.

“Having a good time?” Eddie asks, leaning in to speak in Steve’s ear so he can be heard over the rumble of the tractor.

“The best,” Steve deadpans, but Eddie only grins.

“Good,” he says, leaning back on his hands.

From where he has one hand braced on the haybale behind Steve’s back, it’s almost like he’s got his arm around Steve, keeping him warm in the October chill, creating a little bubble just for them as they pass the fall scenery at a sedate pace.

It’s not what Steve remembers, but it’s good.

[itmeblog]

As someone from a city who navigates by memory, the sun, and prayer to whichever god is out there listening, the corn maze is where I go to die. It's my final hurrah, I enter with the gravitas of walking myself into the sea.

I have never made it out of one of those under my own power. Tall stalks obscuring any true landmarks, the sun the only thing with a definite direction. It is a sea of greens and browns and yellows with the brilliant blue sky up above, which on cloudless days mocks you with a twisted reflection of the sameness you're experiencing in that hellhole of a maze.

From my many hours of podcast sampling I have deduced a few hidden secrets of this sphere. For example: Americans really like the the phrase "buck wild"

[afyrian]

hay bales everywhere sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 1.2k | halloween event: day four

    “thanks for coming with me, sakusa. normally i wouldn’t take a first date on a hayride… but they’re almost closed for the year and i haven’t had time,” you stand amongst a cornfield, hands clasped in front of you.

  sakusa kiyoomi, your first date partner, stands beside you. his shoulder has bumped into yours more times than you count as you wait for the last ride of the day. the sun has started to lower in the sky, the clouds parting to reveal a ray of beautiful oranges and yellows. you had messaged on and off for a week before proposing the idea. 

  and despite his initial objections, he’s standing next to you, hands in his pockets. “i get it, didn’t you say it’s a tradition? or dream, or something?” sakusa ponders, gaze constantly moving away from you and to the ticket holder who stands beside the two of you.

  “tradition. although, it’s more like, try a hay bale ride, not a specific one. it’s just that i’ve heard good things about this one and i couldn’t come last year,” you look over at him, taking in his features all at once. 

  you remember his photos from his profile, the ones his friends seemingly added. one of him with a random dog, one of him during a game, one of him and a friend who you could only assume to be the one to make his account. none of them quite capture the natural appeal he garners. the way his smile is soft and gentle, overtaken only by the curls on his head.

  “you have any traditions during this time of year?” you take in a deep breath, the cool autumn air filling your lungs.

  sakusa looks ahead at the track, narrowing his eyes. “uh, no, well, my team does. it’s just an event we have after the fall tournaments. i never go, but they all seem to really enjoy it-”

  his sentence is cut short as the tractor and bed comes down the trail. the loud murmur of the motor rattles through the air as it comes to a stop behind a large archway. a family and a few couples step off of the bed, hay falling off the sides. one of the individuals look familiar, the blonde hair dye burned into the back of your mind. 

  looking back at sakusa, you try to ignore the nagging feeling, instead choosing to walk towards the tractor. walking with him, you make your way to the steps. sakusa, his hand a little shaky, holds your hand as you walk up the steps. he stands there, an almost hidden smile on his face when you make it up the final step. 

  “gosh it feels amazing out here,” you breathe in the country air, sitting down on one of the many hay bales.

  they’re all tied in, yet pieces of flying astray across the wooden bed. sakusa makes his way up as well, looking at the hay, bits of dirt on the bales. his breath hitches when he looks over at you, wondering if he could still back out now. however, when the driver shouts out ‘please sit down, the ride starts soon’, sakusa’s forced to sit beside you. 

  “yeah, it’s quite chilly out here,” he nods, hands resting on his knees, tapping constantly. 

  you raise an eyebrow, feeling the tractor starting to move. “you want my jacket or something?” you question, smiling widely as the night of festivities and first date blunders begins.

  sakusa looks over at you, rolling his eyes. despite a tenseness he feels running down his back, listening to you joke brings an ounce of peace to him. “that would be so kind of you, i don’t know what i would do without you,” he leans back against the wooden railing, closing his eyes and bringing the back of his hand up to his forehead.

  “you’d never experience this amazing hayride and slightly awkward first date,” you nod, looking out at the cornfields and fields of pumpkins. 

  the rest of the bed is empty besides the hay bales, leaving just the two of you. it’s not necessarily awkward, but the silence between you is palpable at best. you look back at him, watching as he plays with the zipper on the end of his jacket. “so… what do you consider to be the best first date question?”

  sakusa looks back at you, eyebrow raised. “‘best first date question’? i’ve never thought of that before, i don’t go on dates all that often. but, if i could think of any, i would say ‘what did you want to grow up to be when you were younger?’. sorry, it’s the only one i could think of,” sakusa shrugs, swaying as the tractor runs over a small pothole. 

  “what did i want to be? would it be ridiculous to say an astronaut?” you shake your head, thinking back to the spaceship drawings and watching different space programs that lingered on television.

  sakusa looks back at you, mouth slightly open as he smiles. tapping his foot against the wood incessantly, he shakes his head, “no, no, it’s not. i mean, you still have a chance. you have a favorite constellation or whatever?” 

  looking up at the sky, you look for the specific constellations in the sky that you can recognize. different ones that are no longer clouded by the light pollution of the city. and finally you can spot the specific one in your mind. pointing towards the sky, you lean towards him, so he can follow your finger.

  “you see those four stars up there? it’s my favorite constellation, called ‘this is a good first date’,” you look over at him, face a little too close to his. 

  sakusa looks back at you, his face dropping as if he’s trying to hide an egregious smile. “really? i’ll have to look into it more after this. maybe there’ll even be one that mentions a second date,” a sudden coarse of confidence runs through sakusa, his hand bumping into your knee as the driver hits another pothole. 

  you shake your head, suddenly feeling very nature with him. the aura he emits feeling warm and gentle beside you. either that or your cheeks have just received more blood than needed, even your hands start to feel clammy under the cool evening air. “right, i think you’re right. but i’m sure you could send me a link, perhaps a reservation,” you can feel your breath hitch, meeting your match.

  just as you’re about to say something else, comment on how much you’d love to tell him more about astronomy, the driver shouts something. due to the engine and speed, the two of you can’t hear him. however, you soon learn what he means when the bed hits a large pothole, sending you flying into sakusa. 

  pushing him against the hay bales, you’re practically laying on him. your hands are on his chest, fingers sprawled out against his shoulders. looking into his eyes, you bite your lip, “i assume he said something about a pothole.”

  “yeah, i think so too,” sakusa nods against the hay bales, pieces getting stuck in his dark black hair. 

  not able to pull your gaze from his, you hold back a smile. his eyes move frantically, looking between yours, hand finding itself on your hip, “you’re gorgeous, by the way.”

  “you say that to all your first dates?”

  “just the ones who take me on hayrides.” 

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[vivwritesfics]

Idk if you got this already but,

Rooster with a western rider gf (this is my first time doing this sorry if this is bad)

-🐎(also if no one has taken horse can i)

YES OFC YOU CAN BE HORSE OMG I LOVE THIS (i'm an english rider and my western rider knowledge is little to none lol)

The rest of the Dagger Squad didn't know all that much Rooster's girl. They knew she was slightly younger, knew he saw her as often as she could.

She had never been to The Hard Deck, had never met any of the other naval aviators. It was always Bradley driving his Bronco to see her.

He sat in The Hard Deck, had one single beer with his friends, with Pheonix, Hangman, Bob and the rest of them. "When are you going?" Asked Jake, pointing the pool cue towards him as Bradley walked away.

He grinned and pushed his sunglasses over his eyes. "I'm going to see my girl," he said and walked out of The Hard Deck.

The other aviators watched him go. Only Nat smiled. Only Nat believed him. The rest of them didn't voice it as they went back to their game of pool, but they didn't think Rooster's girl was real. If she was, surely they would have met her.

They didn't know just how busy she was.

But Bradley knew. As he drove down the driveway, past the fields of horses, he knew just how busy she was.

He parked the car outside of the barn and climbed out. Bradley's first stop was always the barn. He walked in, walking over to Chief. The chestnut horse stood with his head over the stable door, whinnying when he saw Bradley.

"Hey, Chief," he muttered, stroking the white stripe down his face. "Where is your mom?"

Chief searched through his pocket. He nosed Bradley's jeans before chewing on his Hawaiian shirt. But Bradley quickly pulled himself from Chiefs mouth without too much damage to the shirt.

It was at that moment when she walked into the barn, a sandy coloured horse behind her. "Hey!" She called as she walked the horse into a stable and shut the door behind her. She hung the rope over the door and ran through the barn, jumping into Bradley's arms.

He held her easily, his hands under her ass. She pulled her hat from her head and kissed him. "Miss you, Roos," she whispered against his lips.

"I missed you too," he said and put her down. As soon as she was on the floor, she took her hat and placed it on Bradley's head. It was one of his favourite things about coming to her farm.

"Are you ready for dinner?" He asked, taking her hand and slowly walking her out of the barn.

She bit her lip, her expression almost guilty. "I will be, Bradley. I just gotta bring in Circe and Linda in from the top fields, throw hay into the back fields, and get changed."

"Anything I can help with?" Bradley asked. He always did ask. A rather large part of him loved working on her farm, loved helping where he could. He wasn't born to be a cowboy, but a cowgirl's husband.

She fished a set of keys from her pocket. "Wanna drive the tractor?"

She knew that was Bradley's favourite part. They loaded the tractor trailer with bales of hay and Bradley set off with her in the passenger seat.

Bradley knew exactly where to go. He'd driven the trails around the fields enough times. He took the tractor to the first of the back fields and stopped.

He jumped out of the tractor and immediately grabbed the bale of hay before she could. "Bradley," she groaned and he put the bale back down. Just so that he could take off his Hawaiian shirt, flex his muscles as he threw the bale into the field.

Immediately, the horses came running. She climbed into the field and cut the twine away from the hay, putting it into the pocket.

They did this for two more fields before Bradley drove her up to the top field. She climbed out of the tractor and walked over to his side. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him again. "Should I meet you at the barn, Cowboy?" She asked as she flicked the brim of the hat, tipping it up slightly.

"You got it, Cowgirl," he said and kissed her, his moustache brushing her top lip. She loved it more than anything. The sight of him in the cowboy hat, wearing the Hawaiian shirt, the feel of his moustache, she loved it.

When she climbed into the field, Bradley drove off. He drove around the fields while she grabbed a hold of the two horses she needed to bring in. "Come on, ladies," she said as she walked them to the gates, taking them to the barn.

Bradley waited at the barn, just as she had asked him to. He leaned against the tractor, the keys in his hand as she walked past with Linda and Circe.

Even while she had the horses, she stopped and kissed him. "Almost done," she promised, taking the hat from his head and placing it back on her own.

Bradley watched her go, watched her walk into the barn and walked Linda and Circe into their stables. She gave them their prepared feed and walked back over to Bradley.

When she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning against him, he slipped the keys into her pocket and held her hips. "Almost ready to go," she said, grinning up at him.

Bradley frowned down at her. "But you look gorgeous already," he said, kissing the inside of her wrist. "C'mon, let me take you out for dinner."

[blackbackedjackal]

The person who came to cut and bale hay had a few of these white birds flying around the tractor and I was like wtf are they doing? I found out these are Cattle Eagret and they were taking advantage of the animals being displaced by the machine to get some easy prey. We used to have cows next to our farm but those have since been sold and moved. So these guys figured our that the tractor causes just as good of a disruption to take advantage of. Really cool!!

[mee3pp]

farm house pt 7

I apologise this one is a bit of a short one <3

cw: talking about sex, swearing, almost physical altercation between father and daughter

Johnny is very rudely awoken to the sounds of arguing in the kitchen down stairs. Surely he shouldn’t be able to hear that far but the house is old and not super full of stuff. He stands up out of.. Bed? Oh… his better kiss his crown jewels goodbye because he’s woken up in your bed. He chucks on some clothes before going down stairs to figure out who is arguing. 

Johnny is met by a rather interesting sight. You and Price are practically toe to toe as you argue. “I am a fully grown 28 year old woman. If I want to have a half naked drunk man in my bed that I trust I can” you growl at Price it’s almost scary how much you sound like him. “I’m aware you are grown but it doesn’t give you the right to go sneakin’ around with a man i very clearly told you to stay away from” Price huffs back. If Johnny didn’t know his Captain like the back of his hand he’d say Price is about to get into a physical fight with his own daughter over him. “Bull shite! I can do whatever the fuck i want and i ain’t sneakin’ around with Johnny we simply fell asleep together in my bed” You snarl pointing a finger in your fathers face.

“With basically no clothes on” Price says clenching his fists which raises the concern of all the bystanders being Ghost, Maybel, Gaz and of course the problem himself Johnny. “So? I could be butt ass naked and it still wouldn’t matter! Becuase i ain’t fuckin him. I haven’t even kiss him” You growl out breathily also clenching your fists. Simon is about to step in when you shoot him a look and he backs down immediately. “Do i need to remind you this is MY house?That I paid for.”  You add which makes Price more angry as you’ve now embarrassed him. “No. I am well aware this is your house but Soap is my man, my soldier. I gave him direct orders and you willingly helped him disobey them” Price huffs and you step closer.

It looks at any minute that one of you is going to swing, which wouldn’t be surprising. Sure the Price family is known for patients when it came to others but when it came to family that was thrown out the window. This wouldn’t be the first time you both have been close to punching each other, but the feeling is always mutual. “I can do whatever the fuck i want! If i want to help some stupidly good lookin’ man disobey orders then God help me i will” You growl clenching your fists so tight your knuckles turn white and you and your father both raise your fists slightly just to your waists so Simon decides it’s time to step in. “enough both of you. John go take a walk and have a smoke” Simon orders Price knows he’s serious as he never calls Price John unless he means something. So reluctantly Price walks away outside to have a smoke leaving you frustrated and wanting to kill or hit someone preferably your father. Then you zero in on Johnny and it makes your anger simmer down a little. “Ya lucky ya pretty” You jab a finger at him before tugging on your work boots and heading outside to move some hay to take out your frustrations.

“Hey Barbie” you huff as you pat your livestock guardian Barbie on the side. You get stuck into moving some hay for your first flock of sheep giving them two small bales to eat, you check the progress of the lambs tails to see if they are ready to be docked yet. Before you know it Simon has snuck up on you and is leaning on your tractor as you move hay. “What?” you huff. “Good work on not punchin’ your old man” Simon chuckles which earns a glare from you. “You should’ve let me” you huff again. “No can do, need him in workin’ condition. Gettin’ pretty heated over ol’ Johnny” Simon teases “If i was you i wouldn’t put up that much of a fight he ain’t that pretty” You roll your eyes at Simon but you can’t help but crack a small smile. “Soooo did ya sneak off with Maybel last night?” You say poking his arm and he grunts. “Do I have to tell ya?” He groans “oh come on i’ll find out sooner or later” you grin grateful for the distraction. “Fine. yes i did ‘sneak off’ with Maybel” He begrudgingly huffs. “Is little Simon satisfied?” You tease and he scowls “please never call my dick little Simon ever again” which earns a chuckle from you “was it everything you hoped for and more?” you pry more. “I'm not answering that”

“I thought he was going to split me open girl!” Maybel giggles as you both sit outside on your deck with coffee. You listen intently as Maybel tells you about her encounter with Simon. “He’s huge.. Like i mean i seriously don’t think it’s humanly possible” She adds to which you scrunch up your nose with a chuckle. “Eugh, I don't need to know that! That’s like you tellin’ me my brothers exact measurements” You joke as Maybel proceeds to act out how big not so ‘little Simon’ is with her hands. “It was good though, everything I was dreaming of.. Although he was gentler then I imagined” she hums before taking a sip of her coffee with a content smile. 

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