Something's Burning

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I may not have mentioned this, but the people that usually cut the hay on the field across from me are a large part of our local volunteer fire department. Dad is the chief, two of his sons are firefighters. They never cut any more of the "hay" yet, but it seems that while I was gone they gathered up the part they had cut. When we got home the other evening I looked, and saw a plume of black smoke rising from the area across the field. It actually was in two places. The smoke rapidly became thicker, and you could see huge orange flames licking up the sky. The smoke plumes joined each other. The next thing I know, it had all subsided and was all out. I do not know if this was 1) a training event or 2) a measure to control areas that cannot be cut. I never heard any sirens. That is unlike YESTERDAY--I heard sirens. Bob came home and told me not to try to leave by way of the round about. I was not leaving anyway. He said a truck had turned over at the head of our street, where it comes off the highway. I heard at coffee this morning that it was a brand new Freightliner, refrigerated car. It was full of meat. No one knows what they did with the meat. The driver was okay, but he had hit the round about too fast. I know from being married to a trucker that when something like that happens the insurance for the freight carrier pays outright for the entire load. Often they salvage it out. If one item breaks in a load they are required to write it off. If the timing had been good perhaps we could have combined the fire with the meat loss and had a huge barbecue.