It's called the lull before the storm. Ah, actually, they get ready for the storm. That's what they do. If you look outside my back door, you'll see the end product of many weeks of lulling. It's called a truck.
Trucks never break down when there's help available.
It's again their code of ethics. This truck is so big, this farm gopher has no visions of even crawling into its cab. Think I'll mosey on down to the little store and see what colors a-brewin' down there. A spankin' new yeller one might do jess fine. Trucks, you see, don't grow on trees.