This weekend the guys were putting up a grain bin. Before I met DH, I had no idea what a grain bin was. I called every tall shiny round building on a farm a silo and left it at that. They are not all silos. Some are grain bins.
This is a finished grain bin.
This is a silo.
If they look the same to you, don’t worry. I still haven’t figured out the difference. I just memorized which building is where on the farm so I didn’t make a total fool of myself when talking to the guys.
The grain bin we were putting up that weekend was ten rings high. It is supposed to hold 35,000 bushels or something, which is approximately a gazillion soybeans and a bazillion corn kernels. Each ring is put on one at a time. Huge hydraulic jacks raise the installed rings and roof so the next ring can be attached.
This is the central thing for the jacks.
You should not mess with the hoses. People get upset when you mess with the hoses.
Second, wear earplugs. Four impact wrenches going at once will give you a heck of a headache.
Third, do not take the jacks out, anchor the bin down, and then realize you left a stepladder inside the grain bin that doesn’t fit out the door. Apparently, that will frustrate farmers.
Finally, hire my brother-in-law to run things. He’s a born leader, and he’s part Spiderman.
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