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84-Lancaster Fanning, Saturday, August 13, 1988
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Somehow, it seemed the appro
priate, final touch.
Matter of fact, the buzzard stag
gering around the yard merely
capped the day of back-to-back
close calls.
Actually it had begun days
before, with the Fanner using
power-grinding tools repairing a
piece of equipment. When his right
eye turned an irritated-red shade a
day or two later, he attributed it to a
bit of metal that had flown from the
grinding site and “probably
scratched it.”
No, he wasn’t wearing his safety
glasses. It was just a quick job that
would only take a minute...
Insisting the eye was getting
better, he had rejected suggestions
to see our family doctor, whose
office is the lengthy distance of a
good quarter-mile up the road. But,
here it was, Saturday morning, and
the eye was definitely worse. And,
under very close scrutiny, a pin
point of metal was visible near the
edge of the blue cornea.
Prepared for a visit to the hospi
tal emergency room, I chanced a
call to the doctor. His answering
service caught him as he prepared
to mow his office lawn; the Farmer
was to come immediately.
In minutes, not one, but four,
tiny fragments of metal had been
removed from the badly-infected
eye. A special antibiotic ointment
was needed - immediately - from
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the pharmacy to complete the
treaunent. I hustled off to town,
prescription slip in hand.
“You may have trouble finding
this,” I was informed by the drug
gist, who had none in slock. She
did, however, make a quick call to
a sister-store a half-dozen miles
away, where it was found to be on
hand.
His eye treated and patched, the
Farmer rested it at least a half-hour
or so, before disappearing. When I
caught up with him, a mechanic
friend was departing. Instead of a
hoped-for simple repair, the spray
truck required the major transplant
of a new timing chain. Naturally.
And, though driving wasn’t
advised, the Farmer was soon spot
ted behind the wheel of the towing
pickup, “just to bring back a
wagon on the field road.”
Cleaning seemed more produc
tive than nagging. Waging war
with the vacuum cleaner against
the endless dirt, dust and cobwebs,
I still heard the announcement of
the youngest as the front door
banged and he beclined to the
refrigerator.
Fire? What was on fire??
“The chopper.” But it wasn’t
really on fire. A bearing got hot
and started smoldering the hay dirt
around it.
“Did you have a fire
extinguisher?”
“Yeah, but it was in the truck.”
We have a gutsy performer for you—the Ford Model 5610
with 62 PTO horsepower. It’s got a beefy 256 cu. in. diesel
engine—the largest in its class. So it takes on tough jobs,
• Hardworking hydraulic performance with 18.2 gpm pump
capacity and up to four, four-position remote valves.
• Shift on the go with the optional Bx 4 synchromesh
transmission.
• Optional mechanical front wheel assist for extra traction
• Optional Whisper-Quiet cab for a great place to work.
That’s real helpful; his sister had
taken that earlier to use in towing
filled wagons.
Imagine. Two rounds of farm
safety nagging in the same day.
With a hint of storm clouds on
the horizon, attention moved from
dusty cobwebs to the straggly
lawn. A heavy, gray cloud front
silently sped over the farmstead as
the last rakeful of lawn grass was
tossed on the perennial border.
Gusty winds briefly cooled the
air in the bam, bringing a gentle,
but steady rain. Worst of the
ominous-looking, thunder-laden
section of weather front slipped
east toward the river, leaving us
with two-tenths of an inch of mois-
ture. Enough to at least rinse dust
from our emergency plantings of
Sudan grass for extra winter feed.
Milking underway, we shooed
“One-Eye” toward the house to
rest his sull-irnlatcd eye hiding
under the patch. His wild gesturing
at the bam door brought us hus
tling. There in the yard, sur
rounded by a dozen stalking, curi
ous, but cautious cats, was a juve
nile turkey buzzard. Slowly
approaching the bird, our eldest
was quickly “grossed out” as the
buzzard rallied it’s unique enemy
defense: regurgitation of its last
meal.
Carefully corralled and set high
on a limb by our tall son, the vul
ture dried its feathers enough to
eventually flee the indignity of our
amusement, and stalking by the
cats, which were totally fascinated
with this giant bird.
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Your Southern Lancaster County Ford New Holland Dealer
The eye is improving. The truck
is being repaired. Not a bearing,
but something simpler was ailing
the chopper.
Last month 4-H’ers from
Adams, Cumberland, Dauphin,
Franklin, Lancaster, Lebanon, and
York counties gathered for Presen-
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HAPPENINGS
Presentation Night
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Later, word came out that a tor
nado had reportedly touched down
in the county. All we got was a sog
gy buzzard.
It seemed like a good omen.
4-H
la lion Night, below are a list of the
gold winners.
Gold Winners
Cumberland County
Jerome Beas, Sarah Stets
Dauphin County
Kristin Brubaker
Franklin County
Jennie Shelly, Jason Mowery, Kelby Mowery
Lancastar County
Tanya Dawson, Jett Kreider, Eric Wenger
Kandi Mullen. Anita Meek Brian McLaughlin
Lebanon County
Stacy Habecker
York County
Vanessa Debnam, Hannah Stauffer, Kendra
Miller, Wendy Debnam, Tina Shaffer. Gail
Rishel
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