Back when my grandfather was growing up, June was wheat harvesting time and every year, after school let out, all neighboring farms within a certain radius took turns helping each other harvest, with the host family preparing dinner at the end of the day for the workers.
A thrasher was towed into the center of the barn so that the farmers on the combine crew could throw the wheat bundles into it. The combine separated the grain from the stalks and then blew the straw out the back door into the barnyard. As the day wore on, the discarded straw continued to grow into a huge pile.
The cows came from the fields to rub themselves on the straw. All my grandfather’s friends had learned that they could grab the cows’ tails and be pulled on their stomachs around and around the straw pile. Read more