Climbing up in the open-topped silo in the winter. Using the pick-ax to loosen some fodder. Throwing it down the enclosed ladder. Getting to the bottom and clearing it away to crawl out. Spreading it down the bunks by carrying it with a scoop shovel. Getting jostled by the swinging heads while doing so. Getting a nice bruise in the back of the thigh from a blunted horn. Good times.
We always shoveled it out from the bottom door. Heat from the ensilage kept it from freezing.This was in SW PA in the 50's, when the silo was right next to the barn.Then the milk inspector says that wouldn't do anymore and we had to start a trench silo away from the barn. Shovel the stuff onto the wagon, shovel it into wheelbarrow, take it into the barn , spread it a long the bunks . We didn't have a pickup or front in loader. Dad said he need either with 4 boys around.
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