You have no doubt read about animals getting stuck - sometimes a cow gets in muddy ground, or a sheep falls down a cliff and gets stuck on a ledge - and the firebrigade or some such organisation has to be called in? Well a similar mini-crisis has occurred on the farm yesterday; not an animal I am glad to say (there is not an animal about in the fields in this deepsnow)
The farmer took his new slurry tanker on the back of his "best" tractor to help out a neighbour yesterday afternoon. The ground under the snow was soft and soon after arriving in the field the tractor and the tanker both sank "up to the waist" to quote the farmer.
He came back home and collected his second-best tractor to try to pull it out, to no avail. So there it is sitting deep in the snow, both the tractor and the tanker.
The "relief force" arrived at dawn in the shape of another friend who has that magic thing "a winch".
The farmer has just returned - still on his second best tractor - apparently the dawn visit was "just an assessment of the situation" - all will assemble at ten-thirty this morning in a gigantic effort to heave the whole caboodle back on to terra firma.
I'll keep you posted! Would love to photograph the effort, but it is three fields away and those three fields are a foot deep in virgin snow. But I will try to photograph the wounded as they return to the farm.
Lunchtime update: Our meal times are set in stone, so when it got to twelve-thirty and the farmer had not put in an appearance I began to imagine dire scenarios. The tractor had sunk further into the mire with the farmer in it; the tractor had tipped over and the farmer was trapped; there had been an accident and somebody had broken an arm/leg/hip. At a quarter to one home he came with tractor and tanker, followed by second best tractor driven by the friend and a four-track driven by friend's son - all home safe and sound. When he came in I rushed to see what difficulties had held them up so. "Difficulties?" - "Oh, we had it out of the mire in no time, we've just been chatting."
Feeling very sorry for him I had baked a plum pie for lunch (farmer's favourite usually banned because I do try to watch his waistline) - I was tempted to tip it over his head, but as I love it too, we ate it dear readers- with custard!