Stooking the afternoon away

Collecting black oat stooks from a farm this afternoon, I got time-warped. The old chaff-cutter had just been shut down and there was still dust in the air. A dozen huge trailers laden with stooks stood under the tin roofed shelters like motionless draught horses. Sacks swollen with chaff were stacked waiting to be trucked off to the stables of the North Island. Other stuff caught my eye too. Here are some of the photos.