My grandpa’s silo is the most iconic element of the farm. You can see it from down the road; before you can see the house. It always makes me happy to see the silo. And this past May, I got to look inside for the first time ever and saw a group of young owls. I haven’t successfully looked inside yet on this trip (see previous post), but the magic of the silo has not been diminished at all by today’s incident.
