So this morning I finally gave in. ‘Neesh’bar li ha’zain!’, I muttered. (Hebrew: ‘My dick’s broke!’
Five hundred broccoli babies to move from the sprouting trays to 2″ square pots while they grow big enough to set out, and a job which recalls Jack Nicholson’s “I believe we’ll have to get drunk for this!”
Here is the old set-up,ready to hand-transplant the first fifty, taken just moments before I invested in this wonderful machine:
And a close-up, since my camera work is kinda poor:
OK, I can’t believe my favorite Ag store, two blocks from my house, actually had one in stock! A ‘beta’ model, full-functioning, but I daresn’t show the proprietary servo-arms here in public.
Other than that, set-up was a cinch. you only have to ‘show’ it where the sprouts ‘live’ on the table, and where to put them, once. Oh, and where’s the bag of potting soil: it fills the pots all by itself.
Anyway, I did the above, pressed “transplant” and a whirr of action hard to follow with the nekkid eye ensued. 31 seconds later the screen said ‘Task complete: next job?’
Here is a glimpse of its handiwork:
And a glance at some guts I’m allowed to show, the actuating motors:
Conclusion: no more drudgery for this kid. This space-age gadget has already saved me 200 shekels of labor costs. I just have to send one to Beth (Seedsower) from Xanga. If they don’t steal it at the airport.
Two green thumbs up for this device!