These are much cheaper to construct and can be more easily filled and unloaded with large payloaders. Silos (including Harvestores) are still in use on cattle and dairy farms but have been replaced in many cases by flat storage bunkers for silage. See one of my recent twitter threads if you have doubts: This is still very much a sore subject in agriculture. And to top it off, some families painted their names near the top of the silo so everyone could see.
They are costly to remove and can stand for a very long time, so they became a silent monument to what turned out to be a bad agricultural investment.
Unlike other ag investment failures that are largely hidden from view, the farm where someone went bankrupt feeding cattle or dairying was forever marked by these distinctive structures. This is where the nickname “Blue Tombstone” was born. The farm crisis hit in the early 80s taking out many of cattle feeders and dairies that had purchased Harvestores.
Harvestores became hugely popular in the 1960s and 70s, with sales peaking in 1979. And they painted them with their trademark blue color. Someone said, hmmm, if we stack these things up and put a top on it that would make a great silo.
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After Prohibition ended in the ’30s, the AO Smith company figured out how to attach fiberglass to steel to create vats for making beer at newly legalized breweries. Cattle have to have forage and this is a favorite.īack to Harvestores. Then the silo is sealed and the silage ferments to create a feed that cattle, and dairy cows in particular, love to eat. In the case of corn, the entire corn plant is chopped up green in late summer and then blown (literally) up into the silo. Silage is mainly made from corn and sometimes from hay and grasses. So, why are there so many silos around? The reason is that they are used for storage of silage, an important cattle feed. Have you ever seen a farm playset for little kids that includes a barn but NOT a silo? Maybe after barns, there is no more iconic landmark for a farm. Silos are everywhere in the country landscape in North America (and elsewhere). Many of us have golf carts and in good weather we all take evening rides and enjoy the rolling hills and check out houses and barns as they are being built in this 3600 acre edition called Clifty Hills.That title should get your attention! I am talking here about a particular type of silo found on livestock farms-blue Harvestores made by AO Smith like that in the picture below. Lots of neighbors have horses and they are just beautiful to watch in the pastures. We have another neighbor who bought two pregnant buffalo and so now they have four including the babies. All of them love to go riding around with PopPop and this weekend they fed carrots to the neighbor's ponies since we were "pony sitting" while the neighbors were on a cruise. She is more time consuming than the 10 month old. This weekend was our 13 year old, Brooke's turn to visit. On Friday evenings on the way home, I have been picking up one grandchild to spend the weekend with us. That boy keeps "Granny the Nanny" hopping! to be Tristan's Nanny on Thursday and Friday while Grace is at pre-school. She has two small children, Gracie (3 years) and Tristan (10 months) and I drive two hours to her house on Wednesday p.m. I can spend the day running errands on the way to my daughter's house. The car is packed with all the items that I gathered for my flea market booth and priced this week so I am ready for my trip into town on Wednesday. I don't think a lot of modern women still have a surplus of buttons but you never know when you might need one, right? There is absolutely no value in it except for the button memories one from my graduation dress, a maternity dress, my daughter's baby dress and once in a while when I dig really deep down, I will find something like one of my daughter's old diaper pins. One of the things that I really wanted when she died was her button box. Whenever a piece of clothing was headed to the rag bag, Mom would wring the buttons off and throw them in the tin.
You could bury your hands in the buttons and come up with big fistfuls of them. Her button box was a big tin with a lid that clamped down tight and was hard to open. I would make up games such as trying to see how many of the same kind of button I could find. It was fun to look for unusual buttons such as the little tiny buttons off of baby clothes or buttons with rhinestones from fancy dresses. As a child, sometimes on rainy days when my mother was sewing, she would let me play in her button box.
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