Tuesday, April 22, 2008
The old windmill
We went out on the Mesa and turned on Michael's windmill this afternoon. It entailed finding locked gates, calling the BLM, going back to town after a key, and again heading out there.
This bit of snow covered the valve we had to find and turn off, so the lower tank wouldn't drain.
This is a bird walk. Literally. Birds do get in these tanks, and they can get to these screens and clamor out. Actually an old pole stuck in slanch wise works too. People often see the old poles and thinking a cow rubbed it down, take them out. That's when you find dead birds in the water.
Pipe line art. We think someone stenciled it. This same deer is on a couple of cement blocks too. It's kind of neat.