The result of the teams’ efforts. What to my untrained eye appears to be straight furrows of pretty much equal depth and leavings (heaps? don’t know what they are called) with little if any growth on top.
I can scarcely imagine plowing a field, for real, then planting.
I expected to see almost all teams being composed of horses being guided by old guys, guys in their 50’s and older. It was good to see more than a few teams guided by two-footeds who were apparently in their 30s and 40s, some in their 20s.
Knowing, being able to practice, this science (and art) may become important in the not too distant future.