Little Miss Crusty Nose chews on a piece of straw.
Willa and I traveled southwest to catch the annual Choteau Threshing Bee. Besides a homesteader shack, a one-room school house, a blacksmith shop, and cool old tractors and combines, they thresh shocked wheat with an old belt-driven stationary thresher. In a weird way it makes me nostalgic for a time I didn't even exist in.
Speaking of threshing, we successfully harvested the Prairie Farro (emmer) with only slightly more modern equipment. It's in the truck now, just waiting to get cleaned.
Prairie Farro being swathed.
Prairie Farro being picked up with the combine.
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