When we came back to live and run the farm 10 years ago we were incredulous that Fergus' mum had managed for so many years squeezing her body into odd angles to navigate around old buildings. Back in the day she would get feed for sheep delivered up into a loft that was only accessed via a wobbly steep stair followed by a duck through a small opening in a wall that was only a meter tall. Having successfully arrived into the loft she then needed to manually fill bags before repeating in reverse, but this time with 20kg on her back. Having seen her struggle with back issues we were keen to make life easier for ourselves where we could.
4 years later as we converted part of the steading to take our first flock of Leckie Layers we gave a nod to lessons learned and invested in a feed tower. This let gravity help us fill feed bags at its base, but the irony was not lost on us that we still then had to sling said bag over our shoulder before taking access into the hen house through a small hatch, ducking as we went, before picking our way over perch and feed trough to reach the feed hopper. 3 times a day. The Archimedes screw may have been referenced way back in 1000BC but just a bit behind, and 164,000kg, 54,500 bags and 6 years later we've finally installed a feed augur to the system.
The builders of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon used such a device to move water efficiently. Effectively it's a screw inside a hollow tube - as you turn it from one end it can effectively pick up water (or hen feed) and transport it along the tube until it arrives where you need it. Genius. With covid having felled much of the farm workforce this past week it's a timely reminder that we should never take our health for granted - or the work that others do to keep this place running. It's been a busy week but already my back is feeling a little straighter.