SILO

I wonder where that word came from.  When I was a wee lad,  my dad and my older brothers bought a wooden one from another farm, and took it apart, moved it to our place and reassembled it.  Quite exciting to me.  I will never forget my brother Jim crawling out on a single board on top of it to tie off the filler tube.  Probably why I am still not comfortable with heights.  Every year for years after that we chopped the corn in the fields, loaded it in a wagon, hauled it to the silo.  It was thrown into a chopper,and blown all the way to the top until the silo was full.  The silage fed the cows all winter.  
When I was older, I had to climb I had to climb up that damn thing, crawl in and throw the silage down.  This was unsettling to me, but in time I learned to chew on the silage while I shoveled it.  The alcohol in it relaxed me a bit.
These fancy blue ones started to show up when I was in High School.  They said that they were glass silos.  I guess fiberglass.  Anyway,  They all over now.  Not used for anything, because small dairy farms are out.  Someone should figure out something to make out of them.