The truck comes back from the field full of onions.
And it waits its turn.
It pulls up to the side of the shed and the onions unload onto the conveyor belt and into wooden crates.
The fork lift driver (sorry he is hidden in the shadow on the left of the crates) stacks the crates, and when they get 4 tall he takes them into the onion shed to be stored until needed.
It made for a noisy couple of days but it was very interesting to watch. All the old retired dudes come out of retirement to drive the farm trucks for harvest. They all smile, wave, and honk whenever they spot us in the yard, and they look like they have rediscovered youth!
Now all is quiet til next year.
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I remember my dad used to save up his vacation time from work so he could work in the spud harvest for the neighbors... without pay.
And before we lived here, we lived on a farm where the owners stored their grain. My kids thought it was the coolest thing EVER to see the grain trucks and the auger come in and all out day.
those were the days!
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