Oh boy

Why do the clouds gather in the wrong place all the time? It's not the actual clouds here that are problem, but metaphorically speaking...

The weather is finally getting better, though after the rain yesterday it wasn't the best possible day to harvest oats. There's always a bit more moisture on the first day after rain, but I must return the combine tomorrow, so there was not much of an option here.

So I started before 2 pm and the moisture was indeed a bit high. Anyway, I had half a batch waiting in the dryer, so after getting the other half in the trailer there would be a moment for the sun and the wind to do their tricks. Jussi was coming home earlier than most days, so we could soon continue and with his help I could keep the combine working for the rest of the day, when one of us could empty another load and there would be enough trailers to take all the crop we can harvest until sunset time.

That's how it went almost as far as getting the other half of the batch in the trailer. I was making the last turn on this field before emptying the tank to the trailer and taking it to the dryer. An ugly sound and the combine shook a little. I stopped, tried moving again, and the same happened again. Checked around and under the combine. A couple of pieces of cast iron, about the size of a fist underneath. A broken portal gear! The combine isn't going anywhere for a while now! Luckily it could be emptied though, so I got the grain in the dryer, and the place where it happened could have been worse, but... Oh boy. This harvest is full of clouds, either physical or metaphorical.