Children in the Corn

We were eating birthday cake out on the porch when what to our wondering eyes should we spy?

Goodness it took our breath away! All conversation halted.

It was a beastly sounding rumble and the machine demanded our full attention.
Clay grabbed the camera out of my hand and ran towards the action. He's never been so close to a harvest in progress.
He bobbed and weaved and ordered children into the shaved rows to take photos of this historic moment in his life.
We gazed in awe of the capability of that machine.
We took a family portrait.



Then Seth fell over while Ike stared dumbfounded, it was too much beastly machine to take for an eleven year old boy.