The End

Well, corn is over at the farm(s).
All the fields have been chopped. All the trucks have been weighed. The dry matter has been thoroughly tested. Storms have been sat through. The numbers have been put in the computer. The silage mountains have been built and packed. Tractors have been pushed to their breaking point and beyond (not by me). And much knowledge has been acquired.  
Yesterday was my last day at the weighing corn. I wish I had some sunrise/sunset montage all Lion King style for you but I do not. We had a late start and an early end. I only had 5 trucks total yesterday.
When I turned in the laptop to the office The Main Guy asked me what I was going to do with all the things I had learned this summer. To be honest, I didn't really have a good answer for him. I think I said something ridiculous like "I'm going to store it in my brain." I still haven't come up with a clever answer. "Take over the corn silage world." Nope. Nothing.
I had no "purpose" in working corn this summer. I, merely, wanted the experience. I wanted to check off 'working for a farm' from my life list. It is next to work at a bookstore (seriously, one would just be so happy working in a bookstore with the smell of fresh books everyday), visit all of the continents, and own a horse. My list goes on, but as long as I check things off when I have a chance to check things off I think I am being productive. I'm just this abnormal person who loves doing all kinds of things.
I know I worked a lot this summer and didn't have the typical teacher summer but that's fine by me!
The best news of all is I might still get to participate in farm life again sooner than later. What I won't miss about corn is having to pack and unpack a cooler everyday. Ugh! Seriously. They need to make ice packs that are forever cold! Forever.
Thanks for reading my crazy ramblings during summer silage.
And hey! to the DairyBusiness writer reading... The story you write about me doesn't have to be forever long like the ones about soy and cheese prices... I just need to get in the publication once to be promoted to the board. Thank you in advance!

 This softshell turtle would come out during a storm. I saw him multiple days wandering up and down the road.

 This is the poor little kitten I tried to befriend. By the last day we were playing together... I would have a long weed and he would swat at it. Still wouldn't let me pet it though... I don't understand cats. You feed and play with a dog, they will be your friend forever. Cats. You got me. I feed him and played with him and just sat to be still so he would get used to my presence. Nope. I will never be a cat person. Sorry cats.

 There were some pretty gnarly storms this past week at this little farm I was at... A couple of times I was worried The Hut would blow away or get struck by lightning. By God's grace I am still alive.

The cows behind me made me think they were trying to be hippos. They would just go in the pond and sit. Silly cows.

These are not the cows that will be enjoying the corn silage we brought in but they are the only ones I have a  picture of. They have their own piles of silage they will enjoy throughout the year.