I just learned that our recently recondition BCS tiller has bit the dust. Apparently it blew a connecting rod while I was returning it to the shed after a short bout of tilling. My friend Dean from Victoria, who was over with his family over the weekend helping me with some larger jobs, kindly offered to bring the old beast in to town to get it looked at. Today he emailed me the diagnosis I was expecting with the quip, “So you want to be a farmer still?” to which I replied, with no hesitation, “Of course.”
Shit does happen – especially on a farm. Some of it requires composting. Some of it not so much. All of it requires a longer view, a great deal of patience and faith.
Case in point: Shortly after learning about the loss of our BCS, our local priest/counselor/farmer and proud owner of a similar BCS, Ellen Willingham called. Upon hearing about our recent loss, she graciously agreed to loan us her tiller.
In the mean time Dean is looking into the possibility of getting our tiller’s engine replaced. If it happens great. If it doesn’t, we’ll find another solution. No worries. No need to get anxious.
That was a necessity. As usual, this sold well. Interesting question, don’tyou reckon? It’s over, and guys, I’m not pleased about what they’ve done tothat. I’m on a limited budget. This nuisance created several customers for this business.It is true that some of the leading lawyers offer this encouragement dealing with it because you will realize that the feeling just doesn’t go away.