May 31, 2013. Artemas, PA. Spraying.

It is definitely a modern miracle.   Within thirty minutes, the huge field had been sprayed with fertilizer. And the man never even got out of his truck, let alone get sweaty.

I was reading in the living room when I heard a vehicle drive past the house and stop.  Both Ken and I got up to look to discover a large pick up truck sitting in the middle of the field.  Cranes appeared to be attached to both sides of the truck, with a large plastic barrel filling the whole bed of the truck.  While we watched, the cranes, who were attached to the back of the truck, raised right up and swung to the back of the truck.   They then lowered down parallel to the ground,  one foot off the newly planted field of corn.

Without getting out, the driver started to quickly drive around the field spraying something from the arms,  dropping a bright pink marker automatically at the end of each run.  The arms of each sprayer were about fifteen feet long, making at least a thirty foot width with each circle.  The truck seemed to be driving fast, certainly much faster than when the field was planted last week.    When all the field was spread with the fertilizer, the truck stopped, pulled in and up the arms that looked like cranes, returning them to the side of the truck, and left, leaving the bright pink markers all over the field.   The driver never once stepped out of the truck.

Ken and I wondered about all the pink markers left all over the field.  Fifteen minutes later, Ken called me to look at the field, to see what I could see.  I looked for deer or turkeys or bear but what I did not see were any bright pink markers.  They had disappeared.  It was another modern miracle, all completed in thirty minutes.