I bought a very old fertilizer box from a neighbor. As usual, I got carried away listening to interesting stories and forgot to closely look at the box. I mean I saw it run..... 25 years ago...
It is powered by a single cylinder gas engine of about the same age as myself.
My chicken friend went with me. He did not seem to be all that impressed. After a half hour attempting to get it to start he gave up and went home.
I succeeded after taking the magneto apart and applying liberal amounts of de-oxit to surfaces that should conduct electricity.
It it just a touch low on the horsepower and it has a 4" unloading auger. It is painfully slow.
No feed was actually ground on Saturday...
Sunday the daughter and I attended church. I forgot to comb by hair. A person behind me patted down my cowlick for me. I was worried they might rub the bald spot but decorum was shown.
In the afternoon we built a hay fort over which we flew the Bonnie Blue flag and yelled (quietly) taunts at the blue belly devils at fort Stinky-Bottom across the machinery lot.
We failed to get a response and sent out a scouting mission to capture artillery.
I found an ancient goose scaring gun in the barn. Which led to a hunt for full propane bottles and then a
Apparently the gun is louder from the front and side than it is from the rear. Also, if you are not expecting loud explosions outside the house it can be a bit unsettling. Hmmmm, didn't think of that....