Short days

The sun goes down way to quick, this time of year. And doesn’t get up soon enough. I get up and set in a room lit with lightbulbs. I need sunlight!

Guess I need to get my gro-light out and set under it!

We went to town the other day and I got new fuel filters for the tractor, as it has been chugging whenever you give it more throttle. Put the new filters in and tried to bleed the air out of the system. Not much luck. Called a neighbor who used to mechanic for a living and he told me what to do. Part of it was dragging the tractor around until it finally purged it’self of air and ran correctly.

Didn’t work.

The roads are muddy and Chance got splattered bad. He wasn’t happy.

So we went back to being Sherlock Holmes. Discovered that there was no fuel in the final filter. Took it off and dug around with a wire in the line between the two filters. No luck. Unhooked the line coming into the primary filter and discovered it only drip, dropped!

Aha!, as we say in sluethdom. (Well that’s what I say anyway)

Chance hooked up the air copmpresser and I shot a little air up the line into the tank. I listened to the bubbling and took the air hose away.

Wow, we had fuel then! Lot’s of fuel! Never thought to be ready to turn the fuel line off.

We spilt some, got everything hooked back together. Bled the lines and the injector pump. Hit the starter and the tractor fired up and never even sputtered.

I hate working on machines as I don’t understand them and oil and fuel and grease is hard on my hands, but I got to admit, I could feel a little of what a good mechanic feels when he tears down an engine, re-builds it and puts it all back together and has a new and improved peice of working machinery!

But I will harness the team today to feed the bales, thank you. I get much more enjoyment out of that and they run on cheaper fuel! 🙂

And they don’t make my hands break open and bleed!

Come on sunshine!