The belt conveyor in front of the tractor was used first to load the spreader, but proved to be too slow as compared to just dumping the bucket directly into the spreder. My son took pictures of the action.
As you can see, the compost looks like a pile of dirt. It does not have the common smell of poultry manure, but still does have a good ammonia kick. One time I had a car pull in wanting to know where I got that good topsoil. I told them to back up and I will fill their trunk with it. That will be the gift that keeps giving.
Level the bucket and take another bite.
Anther scoop of "Good Shit" [literal].
If the wind blows right, you might get a nice bath of compost dust.
Another scoop does it.
A little jab here . . . a lillte jab there. Before you know it, the spreader is full and off to the field to spread the glory. Note my fancy air cleaner. The top is missing and my yellow hard hat makes a nice added touch. Plus it keeps most of the compost dust out too.
Behind the dozer is my "Holy Rock" pile. I got it from a church renovation. This is the pile I need to move and it is about 100 ton worth. It has made three trips to the HS gym for prom decorating over the years. Any of you ever help with prom decorating will recall the bright ideas the students have, but not the foggiest idea how to do it. You want a water fountain over there? No problem, you get rock from Mark and haul it in with coaster wagons and wheel barrows.
I had 5 semi-loads of compost dropped in. That was about 130 ton. That went over 90 acres. Some standing wheat and the rest for the new crop of corn.
Try this with a six-way blade. Up Up and Over.
More compost to go. Where does this pile end?
Yep, room left for more.
Clean up the last tid-bits and the job is done till next year.
Well the old girl earned her keep. I guess I owe her a some steering clutches, . . . after the rock pile is moved, the fence row cleared out etc etc. It never ends for jobs to tackle. You might note the quick fix I had to do on the hyd lines. See above the John Deere plate the black hose running to the bucket cylinder. The steel line under the hyd controls cracked and was a squirtin. A quick Friday afternnon run to the local hydraulic shop some hoses and tees and fittings got me going again. Some year I will buy the correct replacement steel line and fix it right.
I hope you enjoyed the pictures.
Have a good day,
Mark
