Tractors remind me of my father. These ones are from the Clyde tractor museum.
My father was a typical Southland farmer and not given to fancies. However, one day he came home with a story that he and another farm-worker were sure that they had seen something that could only be described as a UFO.
They had been moving cattle into cattle-yards ready for the truck to take the cattle away in the morning, so it was just on dusk. He had experience of 'Southern Lights' (sun showers causing waves of light) and knew that it wasn't that. From what I can remember, he said it was more like a couple of different coloured, hovering lights, a little low to be aircraft.
It intrigued me that my father had seen something unexplainable and weird. Something so interesting and different. Out of the norm. As I was a teenager at the time, I thought that this was an especially admirable achievement for a parent.
Dad never travelled and as it turned out, didn't live for much longer after this incident, so never saw his seven children grow up, or his grandchildren (and now great-grandchildren). However, he had witnessed something that was 'out of this world' before he actually left it, and not many of us are lucky enough to have had that experience.
He saw one once.
Kay McKenzie Cooke