Friday, August 15, 2014

Oh Beans

The bean fields are being irrigated heavily.

Beans 

I caught the irrigator at sunset.

Bean field

I think these are some kind of pinto bean…but I could be wrong.  Minnesota farmers grow many different kinds of beans.  Of course I could walk out in the field and open a pod…but that would be trespassing and stealing..so I guess I won’t do that anytime soon.

Sometimes if the sun is just right there are rainbows at the end of the irrigators… the irrigator moves almost silently through the field.  You can be watching and then the wheels start moving all by themselves.  On a still night you can hear them moving from our yard.  One night Jen and I were at the cemetery and she said “Mom what is that noise?”   It was just the irrigators moving through the fields…or was it…I am certain it was!  

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18 comments:

  1. Not many of those near here. Kind of creepy to see and hear them move seemingly on their own...:)

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  2. Glad to know food is still growing.

    It has been a strange garden year for us.

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  3. I have always been fascinated by those machines - stupid things like what makes them move; how do they get the water, etc. Great pictures. Have a good weekend.

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  4. It must be like having a big, silent alien nearby.

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  5. I have never lived close enough to one to hear it, but I do see them in fields now and then. They are kind of cool in their strangeness. :-)

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  6. Ghostly how they move by themselves huh? :)

    Toot toot!

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  7. It is always interesting to see where those irrigators have made the circles on the ground when you are flying over some dry areas in a plane. Illinois farmers have more recently started using more of the irrigation system, due to some dry years. They usually have plenty of rain. My brother raises soybeans.

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  8. Love your new header - but then, I have loved all of them. Chance right where he should be - number one.

    Shirley H.

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  9. We don't see a lot of those here in SW Minnesota. I guess we usually get enough rain. In fact it is raining today.

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  10. We see those in dryer parts of the province. Have never been around one long enough to see it move though. Don't think we grow much in the way of beans here, other than fresh for the market.

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  11. Sometimes you can hear them from quite a distance at night. I like hearing them, although it would be a bit eery from a cemetery!

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  12. I don't think I have ever heard the machine that turns the wheels. I do hear the sprinklers of out west that spray water in spurts. My brother and I as young boys were so fascinated to see and hear the irrigation as we traveled west with our parents. It was such a strange new thing to see back then.

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  13. I've seen those big contraptions out in the fields back east, but I've never seen any in action. Guess I better watch out--never know when one will take a mind to it and start moving, eh?

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  14. Good one about the noise in the cemetery.

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  15. or was it? thats funny. the expanse of minnesota is simply wonderful to experience. i love pinto beans. must get me some. thanks for the reminder. have a great weekend. cheers!!

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  16. Oh, come on. Let your curiosity win and "steal" a been pod. I am always curious about what crops are being grown wherever I travel. I guess it's the farm girl in me.

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  17. Pintos...now that is a bean I understand! :)

    Linda
    http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com

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  18. When you we first talking about them I was already seeing the rainbows in the mists! They're kind of creepy, but cool. :)

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