I heard a buzzing as I left for work Thursday. I didn't know where it was coming from until I looked up. There was an airplane flying low and getting lower right overhead! I turned and it looked like it was flying into the great corn ocean behind the trees. I tried to call Carrie as I drove, but she didn't pick up.
She saw it, alright. In fact, she got pictures.
The plane was a crop duster. She managed to figure out the company and everything.
She called them to ask what was up and to be put on a notice list whenever they were going to be buzzing overhead (something I didn't even know was a thing).
As she chatted on the phone, the employee on the other hand commented off hand about how green the soybeans should be.
"Not here," said Carrie.
"Wait...," the employee asked and looked up our address. "Oh. Those."
It's been an extended dry season around us. The fields are wilted. The price of soybeans this year has already dropped and for these fields they decided to drop seed and till rather than harvest. It's rough being a farmer.
But the plane was cool.
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