A late-afternoon drive out of town provides a variety of welcoming opportunities that just kept getting better. On this drive, as I was leaving town, I was the welcome wagon for this mini-chopper coming in to town. A rope-start on the engine, a flywheel and belt pulley and a dangling tail light added character to the black flamed paint job on this orange chopper, complete with full size mirrors.
Yep, I welcomed this baby bale in to the world with um, well, “maternity” photos of the baler giving birth to the round bale.
My trip continued eastward, only to welcome a parade of harvest equipment as it rolled down Highway 36. The combine leading the pack because it travels the slowest, followed by the support crew including the grain wagon.Harvest is a bit slow to start this year because of the late spring and heavy rains that dampened not only the unseeded fields, but then the rains that came right as harvest commenced. So, these farmers are actually some of the first to get rolling in the neighborhood.
And speaking of neighborhood, the neighborhood welcoming committee was on hand when I drove in to Regan. These guys were a friendly bunch and mobbed me with wagging tails and airborne, all four paws in the air, exuberant dancing right on Main Street Regan.
Regan, like many small towns allows the resident’s dogs run “at-large.” I don’t mind. Do you? I suppose if the town is much larger than Regan, population 43, that too many at-large dogs could be a problem. What do you think of letting dogs run loose in town?