Ouchy Flowers and plowing.

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These are ouchy flowers as our 5 year old great grand calls them. Tar weed is also a noxious weed in the hay fields around here. 

 

The north field was plowed, it's across the road from

the south field, full of tarweed. The south field was disced, dragged but not plowed. At this point, mid May it was so  full of tarweed the hay will be unsalable.

This last shot is of the plowed field, the space around the power pole that was unplowed, solid tarweed. 

First weekend in May, ODHBA Plowing Competition. Pt 3

Larry, one of the mule men.

On Sunday after the plowing contest, everyone hitches up their horses and smooths the ground for planting. Discs, drags, harrows, just an assortment of old iron tools to create a soft seed bed. 

Fjords waiting with Fay.

Clare, her Haffies and Juliet. Pair of Dwayne's Shires.Claire, Juliet, the Haffies and sod cutter.

Dwayne and four Shires, Jonathon with two Belgians.

Jerry Jr and a pulling team.

Ladene, Jonathan and Belgians.

Fay and the team.Didn't get the man's name driving this set up.

The biggest rig on the field, four abreast pulling a forecart and four sections of spike tooth harrow (drag). Three of the horses were Percherons, the fourth with his side to the camera is a Fjord/Percheron cross. 

First weekend in May, ODHBA Plowing Competition. Pt 2

I got all of one picture of the actual plowing.

We were busy driving up and down the road watching the plowing and answering questions about our team. 

 If I had a dollar for every time I told some one, these are draft Fjords, we could've paid our gas bill for the trip. I was so hoarse by the end of the day. 

 After the plowing we watched every one parade back, including Lisa and her big team.

After the plowing, every one spent time relaxing and enjoying some down time before we barbecued and pot lucked our supper. 

First weekend in May, ODHBA Plowing Competition. Pt 1

First weekend in May for the last three years we've gone to the ODHBA Plowing contest at Champoeg Park. We don't have a plow, but we do have a team and we have more fun visiting with people and talking about horses. 

 There was Quigley the camp clown, she could roll over,play dead, sit, and so many more tricks, she loved to do them. Besides being an awesome frisby chaser. 

Going out to plowing. Draft animals on parade.

  

And here comes one of the plowing judges, with a broken foot, he needed the transportation provided by Wayne and his mule.