The cabin comes home

Yesterday I went out to Cliff's shop looking for him; he was nowhere around, and the little John Deere was missing.  I figured he was probably mowing pasture, so I came back in the house.  Looking out the window toward the back of the place, I saw something moving and realized he was moving the cabin.  I couldn't let something like that go undocumented, so in spite of the heat I headed back there.

He was re-hooking the chain when I got there; he soon started backing the tractor up the hill toward home.

I was surprised he would try doing this with such a small tractor, but it seemed to be up to the task.

Bonnie did not approve; she loved lying beside the cabin in the shade, and she didn't like being rousted out of her spot.




It reminded me of "the little engine that could".

But as Cliff neared the gate out of the pasture, the cabin got stuck.  He tried and tried, but the John Deere had gone as far as it was going to go with such a load.





It was time to call in the big guns:  The 1655 Oliver, which hardly batted an eye at the task.

The Ollie hauled the cabin the rest of the way to its new location...

 and set it almost in its place.  It took awhile to get it exactly where it ought to be, and it wasn't yet level.  But it was home.