But every family in this bind knows worry is an animal that gnaws. With a problem this big, and no one, apparently, tuning in the towns around Redvers have combined in the South East Prairie Rural Development Co-operative to try to chart some course around or under their dilemma. This could be called the farm crisis caucus. There isn't any other. The small farmers of the prairie see green everywhere but their wallets.
Huge machines are necessary.
They are a kind of grim poetry roaring down a field during swathing and harvest, but the romance stops at the bank. They are a king's ransom to own, take forever to pay off, expensive to run, hard to maintain. And for now, for many, impossible to buy. This prairie fleet is aging.