farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are aquiver,
'cause they know that Captain Tractor's hidin' in the bay;
I'll jump the bridge and knock 'em cold and steal off with the hay . . .
-- "The Last Saskatchewan Pirate," by the Arrogant Worms
Many thanks to Jerry P., for helping me get my little tractor home today from the hydraulics shop. Next up: figuring out when and how to get it out to the holler. With or without the tractor, though, I think I'm due to go spend a day in the woods.
Further thought: I need to name this beast. I keep referring to it in my head as "my little tractor," but that sounds like a My Little Pony reference, and that's too girly. Hmmm . . . how does Max sound?