nice warm cab hmm, ... ..when my kids came with me i used to put them behind the seat strapped into an old car child seat usually in about 3 minutes and they would be asleep.....
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Old farming dayz ,memorys.
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.primmiemoo
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Oh I don't know ... Watched a niece watching over the ewes lambing the other day. She was completely absorbed in her task, talked to them from time to time, paid attention to detail with the lambed ewes, and fussed over the lambs. Already professional, and only mid teens.
She's been involved in that sort of thing since she first toddled. Whatever she might do in her life, those experiences will never leave her.
Greythundercloudys
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He, no romance theses days, l also remember putting wee square bales in to a main dutch barn shed, we always did it later on in the day when my dad's daft young cousins would come over and help , an old lister elevator, hellish to start. And the heat up in the roof was unreal, l think you could get 1000bales in a dace, great fun when you were 7, even remember going up the elevator when it was going , l was talking to one of those cousins today he's 68 now. Those defo where the dayz. Mum and dad well at there selves, me and my sisters and always plenty of help,
My earliest memory was going with dad to see if some straw was fit to bale, we got to the field and looked down to see a roadside hedge was on fire, the neighbour was burning his stubble in the next field and was cultivating up the top end, unaware it had spread. Dad drove down to investigate, It was fair going I was told to stay in the Land rover, while he threaped the verge with an old coat. I was frightened to death, I remember balling my eyes out and saying to myself, I want to go home, I want to go home.. Then a fire engine turned up and suddenly it was fantastic... I got to sit in a real fire truck
Age 25
Nah probably about 5.
I remember balling my eyes out and saying to myself, I want to go home, I want to go home.. Then a fire engine turned up and suddenly it was fantastic... I got to sit in a real fire truck Age 25
Nah probably about 5.
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Probably a bit of both FT
There is no doubt there was more adventure to the seasons when we were younger, I see my little girl laughing hysterically at lambs playing or skipping along with excitement to be part of moving some sheep down the road. It certainly takes me back and makes me wonder when life became so serious.
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- North West England
Standing on an upturned milk crate so I could peep over the bottom half of the stable door and see the cows being milked in abreast parlour.
glasshouse
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- lothians
I bet you didnt sit on that tractor again on a hill
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- N.Lincs
Sitting between dad's legs on a MF 35, ploughing with a 3f Fergie plough with a rolling landside.
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- Hampshire
Steering the MF 35 while dad chucked hay out of the trailer, 4 or 5, can see it now!
glasshouse
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- lothians
Sitting on the toolbox of an international434 while dad ridged up for turnips
Transfixed watching two Super majors with “turnover” ploughs, the front weight frame nudging the fence you are holding. The grinning tractor driver with a woodbine clenched in his teeth, a woolly hat and an ex army greatcoat. Seagulls laughing at the ploughman.
Watching a cow calf out the primary classroom window and the cowman Come and retrieve it on a te20 and link-box again with a woodbine clamped in his teeth.
Watching a cow calf out the primary classroom window and the cowman Come and retrieve it on a te20 and link-box again with a woodbine clamped in his teeth.
primmiemoo
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- Devon
Does anybody else remember being lifted up to ride on a cow's back when the herd was going back out to fields after milking?
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- Limousin, France
Not me personally but my younger twin sisters used to be put on the back of Tiny( little Jersey cow).
One name sticks with me to this day always on the Ai ticket Wolvers Gay Laddie.
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- Owaka, New Zealand
My first "lambing beat" in our little old LJ50 Suzuki jeep at the age of nearly 4, Dad (bless him) caught a ewe and let me tug on the feet and help it slide out (they didn't need it, but he obviously thought I did)..
Steering the tractor while he fed hay off the buckrake with a pitchfork when my uncle was crook with gallstones, that was the week after I started primary school and I thought you only did every second week at school on that basis
baled my first bale of hay age 6 with a Howard Bigbaler behind the Nuffield, which I bought back last year
Steering the tractor while he fed hay off the buckrake with a pitchfork when my uncle was crook with gallstones, that was the week after I started primary school and I thought you only did every second week at school on that basis
baled my first bale of hay age 6 with a Howard Bigbaler behind the Nuffield, which I bought back last year
oakleaf
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- South coast of Ireland
Me and my brother used sit up on the sacks as they waited on the chute. Then when the cord was pulled we slid to the ground astride them only to dust ourselves off and run after the combine to repeat the process all day long.
Mum came to the field with tea at 6 o clock and while we were glad of the bottle of orange she brought us , it meant that we had to then go home with her while dad and uncle worked on.
I remember looking out of my bedroom window across the valley and seeing the lights of the combine still working away into the night and wishing l could be with them.
Also standing in the open door of the cow byre during milking ( by hand ) and my uncle would send a squirt of milk into our faces.
A spring night during lambing and l couldnt sleep so dad took me out to the field of ewes. We meandered around the flock with a lantern and found a ewe in trouble . I held the lantern and watched my first birth at 6 years old.
And finally a more unusual one.
Watching as Dad, Uncle ,Grandad and GFW took a corner each and lifted off the canvas Lambourn cabs from the Nuffield Universal 4 and the Fordson major.
We knew summer was now officially here.
(Never remember them going back on )
- Location
- Norfolk
remember often standing next to dad on foot plate of early 135 shell fender don't remember falling off and only being saved by my foot hooking stopped me going under wheel
- Location
- Romney Marsh
Same here, but it was a 135.
................. or sitting in an Austin Maxi outside a pub, with the hope of a coke and packet of crisp that might just appear at some stage during the duration.
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- sw scotland
If romance involves hard work, exposure, a sore back and getting dirty then it may have something in common with the old days.
Great memories in this thread but nobody would do it now.
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