Recently while I was on the computer, ironically enough, I heard a familiar drone. "They're back," I thought to myself, then headed out to see.
I remember the first time I heard that drone last year. I wasn't sure what it was initially, but the noise kept getting closer and closer. Then I remember thinking that it sounded like a plane was about to hit the house. I ran outside and saw a crop duster flying overhead. He was working on the neighbor's fields, which meant that he had to fly over our house and the nearby fields. He kept circling overhead, then diving and swirling all around. It was like watching my own private air show, and with no admission charge.
I quickly ran back in to grab my camera. I took lots of photos. I kept running around the yard trying to find the best spot, but to my disappointment, none of the photos turned out very well. That little plane was just too high and moving too fast for my camera to capture a good image. I think the pilot may have noticed me in the yard though, because before he left, he flew over my yard and tipped his wings at me.
I was thrilled! The closest I had ever been to a crop duster before was watching Petticoat Junction. Now I realize this may date me, but I was just watching the reruns. But I confess, they weren't that old at the time. I will also admit that I had a serious crush on Steve Elliot, the crop duster pilot that married the youngest daughter, Betty Joe Bradley. I think I was attracted to his wonderful voice and that beautiful head of hair. In my mind, all crop duster pilots look like that.
They are back for the season, and I still run outside with my camera trying to catch a good picture. Maybe I will one of these days, and you can bet that if I do, I will share it with all my blog friends. Hey, it's about the most exciting thing going on here in Hooterville right now.