Wind power, pipes and Mike the Headless Chicken

After the wind
Home Ranch

Pickup stick pipes
Home Ranch

Going nowhere
Home Ranch
We had an unusual experience this weekend. A couple of weeks ago, a wind storm came through and tossed our irrigation pipe around like pickup sticks. We use side roll sprinklers to irrigate our alfalfa crop. They spend the winter months staked in the field.
Normally, we don’t get strong winds here in the mountains, and when we do, they just blow straight at us. This freak storm didn’t last long, but when it had passed our pipes lay twisted and bent.
The nearest dealer selling replacement pipe is in Fruita, Colorado, near Grand Junction. Pat and I hooked up our longest flatbed trailer and headed to Fruita. We arrived during the annual “Mike the Headless Chicken” Festival. It seems that some years ago, a farmer beheaded his rooster, who then lived for another year and a half. They seemed a little fuzzy on the details, but it makes a great excuse for a town gathering.

New pipe, all loaded
Fruita, Colorado
