Friday, November 8, 2013

The Second Silo

The Hoovers rolled in promptly at nine o' clock yesterdat morning.  No small feat since they undoubtedly fed and milked the cows, fed the young stock, cleaned the barn, eat breakfast, loaded up tools and additional people and then drove over.  It dawned on us as we talked with some of the men that they switch out helping for one full day.  Seems like a good system.  Everyone helps the person whose project it is by contributing labor for one day but nobody has to neglect the work at home for more than a day.

First task - removing the hoops and roof of the silo.

 
Then the filler pipe and exterior ladder.
 


View from the back side of the silo as the first course was taken off.    Note that the silo next to it has a metal and fiberglass ladder chute.  Different choice of materials by a different maker but it serves the same function.  Besides being a safety measure, the chute gives you something to brace your back against as you're standing on the ladder and using both hands to manipulate a wooden silo door.

 
The man on the right is reaching down and removing the bolts on the hoop below him so it will drop to the ground and allow them to remove the next course of staves.
 


Dropping staves......

 


 
 

 

 

 
They didn't quite get done with it today. And there will be a very large load of staves on pallets to take away. I'm very glad I'm not the one who will have to drive the truck down the hills of Prattsburgh!
 

 


2 comments:

  1. Those are some big silos! The pigeon muck you said was at the bottom, if its well rotted, will make great compost forthe garden and give your plants a boost!

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  2. Reading these last few posts have brought back many memories from growing up on my parent's dairy farm. Since it was my job to feed silage to the cows I spent many hours in the silo taking out doors & lowering the unloader (or unplugging it!) or hauling silage wagons & watching the silage as it unloaded up into the silo. As with Andy, I had very mixed emotions when my dad retired and the silos came down.

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