Dear Farmer is on the last hay-cutting of the season(YIPPEE!). Something that we are all excited for! His last fields to cut are the really rocky ones. They weren't so bad, until torrential downpours eroded the top of the hills and caused deep grooves going down into valleys. Now it's a real nightmare to cut. The rocks ping around you the entire time as the mower hits them and throws them up in the air with no rhyme or reason. Well, off Dear Farmer went, very grateful that his tractor is an enclosed cab and he has something(even if it was glass) between he and the rocks.
He broke numerous cutting blades, but he'd fix them, and continue cutting. The rocks were pinging and pelting, but he continued cutting. He counted the number of rocks that hit his cab windows. Each time one hit he offered to God a prayer of thankfulness for the rock not hitting himself. 'One...two...three....'
At rock 'seven' he wondered,"How much more can this window take?" It was rock 'eight' that answered that question. Dear Farmer said it sounded like a gun-shot, and suddenly glass was everywhere! Though the glass was all over, the rock still didn't hit Dear Farmer. (The Wife is so grateful for the enclosed cab on the tractor! Dear Farmer is grateful, too!) That finished the hay cutting for the season. Dear Farmer decided that if a rock could smash the tempered glass, he wasn't going to continue cutting and risk the next rock smashing his head just as hard. (The Wife is so grateful that Dear Farmer didn't take the chance.)
So he drove home. The tractor can still be used to bale the hay, it'll be a little louder than usual, but all will be fine. The dealership has been contacted and a new window ordered.
Dear Farmer drank a little more coffee than usual that night. He said he nearly "greased his shorts" when he heard that sound and all the glass crashing around him. But we Praise God it's just a broken window.
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