Nightshift

So yesterday morning I had to show one of the Irishmen (we've got two of them now, the original one has returned and brought his cousin with him) how to operate the offsets, repair a puncture and go to bed so that I could be bright eyed and bushy-tailed for nightshift last night. I forgot to sleep, though.
Except for the bright eyed and bushy-tailed part it all went well.
Picking started on Monday (May the Great Chicken bless contractors - I hate picking) and I'm chasing around behind the pickers with an Eliminator, which is a combined root-cutter and mulcher and full-time concentration thing; which is good as it helps the time pass. On top of that, a road-train of steers arrived just before two a.m., so I had to unload that as well. One of the steers was blind or retarded or something and didn't want to come off the truck. I dragged it off by the ear eventually. Chalk up one side swipe to the third buttock. I didn't cry, though.
Not while the truckie was still there.