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They had a weird harvester in the corn field across from the nuthouse this year. It sucked the whole corn plant into the front end, then stripped and shucked the kernals off the ears and spewed out the chopped up leftovers back onto the field. When the hopper filled up, they drove the machine over to an open top truck and the kernals got spewed into it.
There is probably a far more technical way to describe this, but my buzz-words are pretty much all psych related.
One thing that was kind of neat is that the harvester was fitted with superbright lights so that they could keep working after sundown.
Every year when they harvest the corn I can't help but thinking of Mrs. Frisby.
During the night harvesting I always think of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and usually tell at least one cow orker that they're out in the field harvesting the pods again.
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