After a few hiccups getting started (sudden wagon wheel spindle breaking in particular) we've gotten a bit of corn chopped. My job is driving the silage wagons to and from the fields and unloading them at the silo. Part of that time I spend looking up.
As crazy as it sounds, as a child I daydreamed about living in a silo. Totally impractical, I know. I thought it would be neat to have all those rooms going up, but I never could decide on an elevator or a spiral staircase.
My kids might enjoy the idea of living in a silo just so they could really really pretend they were playing Rapunzel. But I don't think my better half would ever go for that. Besides, the cows are pretty fond of how we use the silos now so I suppose we'll just leave it at that.
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