Fall is here and we are picking cotton. And by “we” I mean Chad and his employees.
The girls and I took this picture when we delivered pizza to Chad for supper out in Beaufort County.
Here’s a little explanation as to what you’re looking at. The cotton picker is on the left. Chad is unloading cotton into the boll buggy (center). And the cotton modules are on the right. The very last one is still in the module builder (a frame that you pour cotton into and then compress with the red posts you can see in the back). The modules are usually nice and square. I don’t know what happened to that first one.
Once each module is finished (finished ones have a tarp cover on them) a special tractor trailer will take one module at a time to the gin. In this case, gin is a place, not a drink. That’s where the cotton lint is separated from the cotton seeds and bark.
This has been your farming public service message for the day.
In other news, there is a stomach virus going around. Avery and Granna got it first, then I had it and McKenna got it on Friday. I’m hoping this is the end of it!
