Yesterday evening, Phil couldn't maneuver the truck: the clutch wasn't working. He got up and went right away to get more fluid. Back home, the older boys cheerfully suited up in warm clothes to go down and help him.
Phil managed to get the truck working again. Then he started chipping.
The second branch somehow threw off the entire feeding mechanism, so that it was crooked, and stuck, inside the machine.
So Phil drove the chipper up to the barn and disassembled it. He got to a point where he just needed to add bearings, but they would not fit. Tomorrow he'll try heat.
Since he doesn't know what caused the chipper to jam, and the machine is still not really functional, he ended up with a full day of effort and less than nothing to show for it.
It makes me wonder if this level of frustration is common to all farms, or if we suffer (and endure) an unexplained level of resistance and malfunctioning.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
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