My honey buys me many presents. There was the Mack truck, the Bucyrus Erie dragline-two of those-a Ferguson tractor, very cute, and an Oliver crawler/loader, also cute. Because they're mine, I do develop a slight fondness for them. So when I saw what had happened to my Oliver on Saturday, I felt sorry for him.
Honey took him out to clear property lines. He did a good job, loaded up on the trailer and was starting for home when...
He went and jumped off of the trailer! There he lay, helpless...
A view of his injuries. He suffered four broken bolts and a dent in his hiney, not to mention the embarrassment.
Honey went back to the house, got a high-lift jack, and a come-a-long and had him up on his feet in no time.
Back on the trailer and hunkered down this time, notice the chains.
You know what really made my day? That Honey would take pictures of the whole process so I could blog about it.
A bit of repair and Ollie will be back in the field next weekend.
2 comments:
OMG, when I saw the first picture of Ollie on his side I thought it had happened when your hubby was on it. My heart came up into my mouth for a second! Glad to hear it wasn't any more serious, for sure. Three stars to your husband who thought to take the pictures. (Mine wouldn't have!)
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare anyone. I should have thought of that, as I had the same reaction when I first saw the pictures. Praise God all is well. :)
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